It had been thirteen days, sixteen hours, twenty four minutes, and thirty three seconds since Adrien and Marinette had discovered each other's identities.
Thirteen days, sixteen hours, twenty four minutes, and thirty three seconds of pure bliss.
It had been days filled with patrolling the city together, holding hands at school, spending every moment possible when Adrien wasn't dragged off on his never-ending shoots and classes doing things together, smiles, and secretive winks, and a lot of blushing (mostly on Marinette's part, Adrien was quickly learning which buttons to press and was enjoying it immensely when she turned a particular shade of pink). They were now currently curled up on Marinette's bed together while they worked on their homework.
Well, Marinette was. She had her back pressed against the headboard and her feet curled up beneath her as she kept her eyes firmly on her laptop screen. Adrien was lounging against her pillows on the opposite end of her bed having lost the will to even pretend he was focusing on his homework. Instead he was very determined to get Marinette's attention solely on him.
He was currently nudging Marinette's shoulder with his foot (his shoes long abandoned since he entered Marinette's bedroom). Marinette shrugged him off and started to type which only made him nudge her again.
Marinette scowled fiercely at her screen and pushed Adrien's foot away.
Adrien smirked, he was getting to her.
This time he stretched out completely and brushed her shoulder and neck with his foot before he lightly nudged her cheek.
Marinette jerked away completely. "Urgh!" she cried out disgustedly. "Plagg is right," Marinette wrinkled her nose, "your feet does stink worse than cheese."
Adrien spluttered indignantly at that. "They do not!" he exclaimed.
"They do too!" Marinette retorted. "I should know I can smell them!"
"I think you need another whiff," Adrien said mischievously, "because obviously something is clouding your judgement the first time round."
"What?" Marinette blanched. "Adrien, no!"
Knowing he wouldn't get a chance to stick his foot under her nose again (as Marinette had already ducked away and removed her laptop to safety), Adrien whipped off his sock instead and tackled Marinette onto the bed.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Marinette moaned as she squirmed and wiggled against Adrien's hold. "Don't! I'm begging you!" she pulled against his hold which only led to more wrestling as he tried to cover her nose and mouth with his sock.
It gave him a chance to enjoy the overpowering scent of sweets, fruit, and flowers from the bakery, her shampoo, and her perfume while also relishing the fact he was actually holding her. Something he still couldn't stop getting all excited about and hoped he never will. Having won the upper hand, Adrien kept Marinette pinned against the bed as he held his sock up against her nose.
"Well, My Lady?" he purred into her ear, and smirked as she shivered. "What is your opinion now that you have had a second sniff?"
"Plagg's camembert," Marinette said haughtily, "smells like heaven compared to your stinky feet."
"Ha!" Plagg cried out triumphantly. "I told you so!"
(He was ignored by everyone but Tiki, who shushed him.)
He turned her round so she was beneath him and facing him, a retort about how his feet were not stinky, thank you very much, died on his lips as he took in the actual sight of her beneath him. She was all so pink, and pretty, and Marinette, that he couldn't resist leaning in closer and brushing his lips against hers.
It had been thirteen days, sixteen hours, twenty nine minutes, and four seconds since Adrien and Marinette had discovered each other's identities and he couldn't stop kissing her.