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A/N: So it's like this, I was actually writing another chapter for Children Please but it somehow got deleted that I was so upset that I started on this. It was almost finished too ajbdjavhsbshsbhs oh well I'll start on it again later sIGH. Also, your thoughts on whether or not I should do a second part to this is highly appreciated ^.^


"What are the consequences of making out with your friends without making it look as if you have a massive crush on them?"

To be honest, she didn't know where that question came from and why it came out in the first place, because she almost choked on her tea at that time just when she was about to take a sip, the hot beverage scalding her tongue and almost stained her sweater that it gave her hell the moment it made contact.

Marinette wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, meeting Adrien's stare across the coffee table of her home filled with books and half-filled mugs as he waited for her reply patiently, the corner of his lips turned up slightly in amusement.

Somehow, that didn't help matters when she felt a flush blooming on her face.

She cleared her throat, trying to quench her embarassment as she set aside the mug. "'Friends' as in plural or just," She paused, because she couldn't believe she was having this type of conversation with him of all people that she was sure she was going insane. "A friend?"

Because really, he asked the question after Alya and Nino left to retrieve some things she 'accidentally' left at home -Alya gave a discreet wink at Marinette then, and the blue eyed girl wanted to scream at her for her sly trick to get away from their study group, all bundled up with coats and scarves as they braced themselves for the winter season- leaving the two of them alone in the silence for a while. It wasn't awkward, per say, but itwas getting there, until he broke it with that question that caused half her death.

He shrugged, twirling the pen between his fingers. "Does it matter though?"

She blinked. "I guess not," She replied slowly, unsure how to continue this. "But, um, before I answer that interesting question of yours," He smirked at this, and she almost squawked when she felt her cheeks burn more. "I, er, just-" She waved her hand hopelessly, as if that would help get the words out. "What brought this on?"

Absolutely brilliant, Mari, he'll talk to you for sure now.

She groaned internally, wincing when his smirk changed into a grin, and that made more butterflies rupture in her stomach. "Just thinking I guess," He leaned back on the sofa behind him. "Say someone has a crush on his best friend and or friend, but they're too afraid to say anything so they just," He abruptly stop his sentence. "You know."

"Kiss them?"

"Yeah."

Tapping her pen on her book lightly, she frowned. "Well, there are two ways to this from what I see. You're either going to get slapped, or they're gonna kiss you back and then you'll be lucky."

He chuckled. "The later sounds much more appealing to me."

She pointed her pen to him with a smirk of her own. "If you're lucky."

He seemed to catch off guard at her sudden change of attitude, but he quickly composed himself with a raised eyebrow. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm as lucky as a black cat walking under a ladder."

He looked throughly amused at what he said that he reminded her of her black cat who pranced on the roofs of Paris. "Black cats aren't all unlucky, you know." She blurted out before she could stop herself.

That seemed to catch his attention when he leaned forward on the table. "Really?"

The tips of her ears burned when she reverted her gaze away from him, overwhelmed by the sharp look in his eye. "Well, um, say Chat Noir for one," God, if that alley cat was there to listen, she'll never hear the end of it. "Even if his powers are based on bad luck, he has Ladybug to give him good luck. So technically, he's not entirely bad luck."

He hummed in some sort of acceptance. "But then, without Ladybug, he's just a walking destruction."

She snapped her eyes to him, some sort of protectiveness wrapping around her heart. "Well, he used that power to help people right? And from what I know he was already a hero before Ladybug made an appearance. Stopping robery, dealing with drugs addicts. Sure, there weren't any akumas then, but he already chose the right path of using that power for the greater good, so I guess that counts as something as not being awalking destruction."

She realised with a start that she was so in depth with the argument and shrunk back, avoiding him as she looked down to her notebook. "That's what I think anyway." She managed out meekly as she fingered the edge of the page, frantically trying to find ways to change the subject becausewow, was she so protective of her kitty cat that she couldn't bare to let anyone to talk so lightly about him like that, even if it was from her crush.

When she glanced up, she saw that he was looking at her with some sort of respect and admiration alight in his eyes, and also satisfaction, where a soft smile stretched upon his lips that she felt herself burning that she looked down again.

She didn't know why he looked so satisfied though, and dare she say it, smug.

"I never knew you were so interested in him," He commented smoothly as a chuckle broke out of his lips.

She shrugged, metting his gaze again as she gave him a tight smile to smother the fluttering feeling in her stomach. "Let's just say I'm tired of hearing people say he's just a sidekick, since I've heard first hand from Ladybug that he was more her partner than anything else."

His eyes widen slightly when she mentioned her alter ego, but she couldn't help but notice there was something off about his surprise, as if he was faking it. "You met Ladybug?"

Bactracking a bit, she rubbed the back of her head to act sheepish. "Well, yeah, I was with Alya when she wanted to interview Ladybug, so I learned a few things."

Theoretically speaking, she wasn't lying. She was there when Alya wanted to ask some questions regarding the duo, and she had answered as righteous as she was currently when people asked whether Chat Noir was her sidekick or was he just someone who tags around. To say the least, she was getting irratated that people would think of him that way and answered a long worded essay that made it through the news the next morning.

The alley cat kept bringing it up for the whole week.

"Other than that," She quickly said as she straightened up her spine, giving him a shy smile. "What do you think of him?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Chat Noir?"

"Yeah."

He shrugged. "He's alright, I guess," For some reason, she felt as if he was radiating this massive amount of pure amusement and she just didn't know why. "I heard that you met him before too, that time with Evillustrator."

She flushed a bit, because even if that incident was around a couple of years ago and just around a few weeks ago, Chat Noir had made constant visits to her civillian self on her balcony every other week.

They talk sure, (with a bit of flirting here and there and also that one totally accidental kiss when he lost his grip on her trap door that made him crashed down while smacking her full on the lips, while on her bed.) but she was feeling her heart being pulled into his direction as well as she didn't actually like one bit, because liking one boy was already hard.

But liking two, however, was a disaster.

He apologised with a bunch of flowers left on the balcony and she forgiven him on his next visit to her room, which led her to kiss him on the cheek and before she knew it, they made out.

Yeah, that wasn't what she expected to happen and she had thought of stopping their, er, activity for the past few days since they started until now, but that was quickly forgotten the moment he step foot on her property.

"Ah, y-yeah," She stuttered, and his eyes flashed with some sort of secrecy she didn't manage to catch before it disappeared. "We've, um, talked before."

He seem to accept her response when he hummed. "I've met the consequences of kissing a friend."

Her heart sank at his words, and she looked down to her notebook nonchalantly to not let him see the disappointment in her eyes. "Oh," She said quietly. "And how did it work out for you?"

"Well, she kissed me first, but it was on my cheek, and it counts, I think."

She still didn't look up as she willed herself to force out a laugh. "Really?"

"Totally."

Licking her dry lips, she was curious who it was, despite her heart being butchered at the moment. "Who's the lucky girl?"

He chuckled, and she jumped when she felt his warm breath fanned on her cheek. Her eyes widen when she didn't realised that he moved from his place to sit beside her, so close that their knees touched.

"You, of course."

She only had a split second to gape at him before he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers, and she was filled with a burst of familiarity that she immediately leaned forward to press their lips together.

As if on instinct and memory, she cupped his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing them flush together that a sigh broke out of his lips, making her shudder when he let a hand trail down her back.

She vaguely realised that his lips felt so familiar that she was sure she hadn't kiss him before in her life, and he actually said that she was the one who he kissed, that made things more confusing than before.

He tasted like the coffee he drank, the faint smell of winter still clung onto his clothes, her hands running through his hair on their own record when he leaned forward that her back was pressed against the sofa, making him grunt slightly as their legs got tangled along the way.

Her brain was literally screaming at her to snap out of it because really, this whole situation was eating her alive because for the fact that a) Adrien Agreste was kissing her in her living room while there's a high risk of anyone walking through that door any moment now that she was sure she will die from internal combustion. And also, b) why, in the name of her polka dot spandex, was this so freaking familiar because she was sure she would remember making out with him anywhere.

He started to pepper her face with small kisses, and she clenched the back of his sweater because good god she needed something to hold onto right now as her sanity depended on it.

His dragged his bottom lip across her jaw, and her breath hitched as her grip on him tightened momentarily. "Take your time to remember, My Lady," He breathed into her ear. "I don't mind."

She froze, feeling the way her heart was banging againt her ribcage when his words finally made sense to her.

"Chat?"

He leaned back to have a look at her from under his lashes, his chest heaving slightly. "Maybe you're right," He said quietly. "Maybe I'm not entirely bad luck."

With a wink and a grin, he left a peck on her lips before he untangled themselves that she couldn't do anything but let him as she just sat there -absolutely mind blown because what the heck was that- where he took his place on the other side of the coffee table the moment she heard the door opened, where Alya and Nino came in.

"We're back!" Nino announced as Marinette quickly scrambled to make herself busy, pulling onto his scarf as he dumped himself on the couch beside Adrien. "I thought I was going to turn into a popsicle."

Alya clicked her tongue as she shook her head. "So dramatic, Spielberg, it was only a little snow."

"Still balls cold though," Nino muttered under his breath, where a cushion landed on his face the moment after that. He laughed as he peeled it away. "So kids, I hope you guys behaved?"

He raised an eyebrow defiantly at Adrien, to which the model raised an eyebrow of his own. "You're telling me, you two were gone for a long time."

"Hey," Alya protested. "It was cold, we had to walk slowly as we huddled for warmth, not like you and Marinette all cuddled up in here."

Said girl felt her whole face burn from where she was hunching over her book, the internal screech echoed in her head as she didn't dare open her mouth for fearing that it would come out.

Adrien clicked his tongue. "Excuses."

And then, another cushion flew across the room, but at least he managed to catch it with a hand and chuckle.

Marinette felt Alya taking her place beside her. "So, did you do anything?" Alya murmured when the boys were talking among themselves. "Or was there awkward silence for the whole time we were gone because honestly, Mari, I will do it myself and tell him how you feel-"

"No!" Marinette hissed out, her eyes widen when Adrien glanced at her way curiously. "Just, no, I have it under control, trust me." The last thing she needed was Alya telling Adrien -Chat Noir for the love of god- what she felt about him.

The fact that they're the same person didn't actually soothe her jitters.

Alya snorted. "Really? Then why do you look as if he just swooped towards you to descend some holy kiss of his?"

Marinette almost choked the second time that day. "It's nothing like that."

Because it was exactly like that.

She risked a glance to his way, to which he caught her and send another wink.

Alya noticed that and raised both her eyebrows at the girl beside her. "And what," She began in a low voice. "My dear, was that?"

"What's what?" Marinette blinked innocently at her, all while in her head she was chanting buy it buy it buy it.

"He just winked at you, and I saw it."

Marinette shrugged. "You're delusional."

"I know what I saw."

She was going to kill that stupid cat if he ever visited her again that night, model or no.