My first fanfic ever! Constructive criticism is welcome.

MLB BELONGS TO THOMAS ASTRUC NOT ME K THANKS

(Adrien/Chat P.O.V.)

I stirred in my sleep. When I opened my eyes, I didn't recognize the room as my own. What I did recognize was the person cuddled up to my side. I looked down at the midnight blue hair that fell freely around Marinette's face. She looked ethereal in the moonlight that spilled in from her trapdoor. I reached around to look for my baton but found I wasn't transformed. Plagg must have run out of energy. Oh boy was I gonna get an earful from him later.

I picked up my phone to check the time. 3 A.M. I sighed and put my phone back down. My arms returned to their place around Marinette's waist and I kissed the top of her head. She hummed in her sleep and held me tighter. I smiled and shut my eyes.

I thought back to the first time I'd visited the pink room. It was about two days after the Evillustrator was defeated. Two days after Marinette's "date" with the wimpy tomato head. Ok maybe I was a little (extremely) jealous that my Princess was on a not-date with someone. She had always been nervous around me and would stumble over her words when I tried to talk to her. It had made me sad that I considered her one of my best friends yet knew almost nothing about her.

I had stopped by at about 11 P.M. making sure her parents were asleep so we could talk without interruption. I had initially wanted to check up on her and make sure she was ok since I didn't get the chance to do so like usual after the purification. She had seemed a bit shaken at my appearance but soon warmed up to me and I unlocked a whole new world with a completely different Marinette. We'd become so close over the months. I tried to visit every night when possible but with my busy schedule sometimes I had to skip a night or just stop by for ten minutes for a hug. Not only were my visits fun they were therapeutic. She was an excellent listener and very logical. When I had issues with my father she knew what to do to make things right again. Ever since I started talking more personally with her, things have gotten so much better. I'm much happier and I think that makes my father a bit happier. He smiles at me more.

I grew to look forward to her every night and dread when akumas interrupted us. I wasn't as excited to see Ladybug as I was Marinette.

I sighed and pulled her ever closer to me. She was the light of my life. She was the sun- I couldn't live without her. I just wanted to be by her side always.

I thought it was funny how we'd ended up sitting next to each other in class. Alya and Nino had decided that since they were dating they would sit together. That left Marinette and me. Chloe had caught on pretty quickly to their plan, faster than I had, and tried to make Sabrina switch seats with me. I had promptly told Chloe that I wanted to sit next to Marinette and did just that. She had a small blush on her face when she congratulated me on standing up to Chloe. We still sit next to each other and sometimes I have to stop myself from reaching for her hand or kissing her forehead. It felt so wonderfully indescribably good to feel love.

My eyes shot open. I looked down at the girl in my arms. Love.

Love.

I loved Marinette.

I sat there for a minute mulling over this newfound information. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and drop onto Marinette's face.

Her nose scrunched adorably. I saw her eyelashes start to flutter and regrettably placed my hand over her eyes so she couldn't see me. "Purrrincess." The name rolled off my tongue. She smiled and hummed. She buried her face in my chest and sighed happily. I kept my hand on her eyes just in case and kissed the crown of her head again. "Plagg, claws out." I whispered. There were small protests as he was sucked into the ring. A bright green light engulfed us then died altogether. I heard her say something but it was too muffled to understand. "What was that?" I asked quietly.

She shifted a bit so I could hear her. "I love you Kitty." She said.

I felt a lump in my throats and I choked on it, my brain short circuiting. I had to bite my lip to stop a strangled mewl. She felt my chest thump unevenly and looked up at me. Time stopped for both of us. Her breath caught and more tears rolled down my cheeks. It was a minute before she blinked and shook her head. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?"

I blinked st her and then my face crumpled. I hugged her to me and sobbed into her shoulder.

"I love you, too!" I cried. I felt her arms wrap around me and I held her like my life was ending, like I was losing her. Once I had calmed down enough I pulled away from her and looked away ashamedly.

"Chat what's wrong?" She asked quietly.

I sniffled and glanced at her bright blue eyes. My favorite color, I thought.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-I'm sorry." I said, not entirely knowing what I was saying.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for Chaton. I love you. And you love me." She said the last part breathlessly. A smile cracked her face and a few happy tear escaped her eyes.

My eyes traveled down to her v-neck nightshirt. "I got your shirt wet. I'm sorry I cried." I put my head down, avoiding looking at her. My ears were flat against my head.

She put a finger under my chin and made me look at her. Her eyebrows were drawn together and there was care in her eyes. "Chat, please, please don't ever feel like you can't cry. Especially with me." She said softly. I gazed into her bluebell eyes, growing closer by an unseen magnetic force.

"Thank you, Princess." I whispered, our breath mingling. Her eyes were half-lidded as she leaned close to me. When our lips met I felt fireworks explode in my veins. Her lips were soft and sweet. My hands wound around her waist and hers found my hair. I groaned quietly and she tugged me forward to deepen the kiss. Fire was burning my skin despite the cold night air. We finally pulled away to breathe for a moment. Her lips were swollen and pink and so kissable that I went back in for more. She complied happily. I pushed her down so I was partially on top of her with one hand next to her head supporting some of my weight.

My hand glided under her shirt and rested on her hip, feeling the soft skin there. I released her lips to trail kisses down to her jaw. I heard a small gasp as I nipped there. I moved down to her neck, taking the sweet skin in my mouth. I sucked and nipped. One more hard suck, and she gasped in pain. My tongue ran over the growing bruise, easing away the pain. I kept my lips there for a moment and hummed, but it seemed more like a purr. Then I was attacking her lips again. She pushed me away and I fell back, confused.

In less that a moment she had flipped up so she was straddling me. I felt a small blush on my face as she smirked. I returned the look and grabbed her shirt by the hem and started lifting it up. She raised her arms and her shirt was thrown off of the bed somewhere down below. She leaned down and kissed me again. My hand came up to cup her breast. I felt my head swirl, and the only thing I could focus on was the taste of her lips and the feel of her skin. She fingered the short hair on the back of my neck and hummed, clearly pleased. She gripped the bell around my neck and pulled down so my suit unzipped.

I sat up enough to remove my suit from my arms and chest, kissing her all the while. Suddenly I was on top again, straddling her small frame. I peppered her neck and jaw with kisses and occasional nips.

I looked down at her. Eyes glazed and dark with want, lips swollen and puckered from abuse, her strong lean body under mine. Just taking her in made me hot. I smiled, sighing dreamily. She smiled back, reaching up to kiss me and laying back down, taking me with her. I smiled into the kiss which made it difficult. A small laugh escaped me. I heard her giggle.

I pulled her into a hug, cuddling her and making sure she was here and that this was all real. I grinned more than I had for a year. "I love you, Princess."

"I love you, too silly kitty."