The white skirt brushed her thigh as she leaned into him, feeling the rush of affection pound forth as if not at all minding the thin layer of a mask between them.

Ladybug presses closer, nudging blond curls back and letting her heart race to the rhythm that he'd set in her veins.

For now, only half the truth is even revealed, and he only had a small amount of time to find a love like this, that festered and bloomed between them.

Ladybug only lets her secrets unravel like loose string as soon as they are away from the small gathering of close friends or rather the tiny gathering that Master Fu had set up for them.

Perhaps there's a reason to wait as they slip away, wait for just the quietness of the room to drown their thoughts, and to wait for Ladybug to carefully drop her transformation.

His arms were around her quick, holding her close, not yet looking at the girl beneath the mask; it gave her time to think of what she should say and gave him a moment to collect his thoughts and push that age old worry out of his head.

His green eyes flickered to her, and she nearly saw Cat Noir reflected through them in ease; she pressed closer, hands tightening on Adrien's expensive suit.

"Marinette, oh, Marinette." It was a soft plea of a sentence as he gingerly pressed her closer against him and kissed her forehead, drawing back down to her lips, slowly, agonizingly slowly.

She couldn't find the words, didn't have to, as he enveloped her in a warm cocoon of his arms' creation, and she wondered if a moment could be more beautiful then this one. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had become Marinette Agreste, the young wife of Adrien Agreste, of Cat Noir, of all that she'd fallen in love with over the years.

Marinette had known that this day would come when she and Adrien took to balancing late night visits and loving kisses, knew it with the way that her eyes were riveted on Cat Noir, both before she knew and after, and knew it in the steadying way that Cat Noir and Adrien were beginning to gaze at her even though they fought it.

She took a deep breath, and for this beautiful, stolen moment together was relieved that no longer did anyone's mask lie before them, clouding their chances at true love.

For they had came together in love, in trust, and now found themselves married with a half secret wedding and with Marinette wearing a simple overlay of an outfit over top her suit before she'd let her transformation drop and the whole beautiful glory of her design sprung forth with the delicate glitter of light brushing the skirt.

Adrien pressed closer, drawing her back in, and letting his lips soothe hers to his melody, letting her become transfixed by the wonderful feeling sparking waves in her chest and leaving her stomach in butterflies.

They'd taken quite a risk and yet they'd emerged from it, less guarded around each other, and more in love than even the night before.

Love had a funny way of working its magic on their hearts.