There's something about her lips.
There's something missing, he thinks as he watched them go on and on about something. What was it again? Oh right the akuma they had just fought a couple of hours ago…
They're in between that soft pink and rose, and they hypnotize him every time they move. Every time she talks, she pouts, she laughs, she sighs, she runs her tongue over then or bites them he's sunk and she's always quick to tease. It's not fair really…
But there's something about her lips.
There's something missing today and he can't quite put his finger on it. Ah!
"Adrien, are you-"
This is it, he thinks as he feels her eyelashes flutter over his cheekbone. This is what's missing. The soft fullness of her lips on his, her light gasps, her breathless moan, her round-barely-there fingernails feathering from his wrist to his neck. This is what was missing, he thinks when they finally separate.
He keeps this satisfied expression as he watches Marinette stutter and flush, face closely resembling the now bright red of her plump lips.
This is it, he thinks, as he pulls her back in again.
This is going to be a small little collection of drabbles.
I hope you enjoy.