Chapter 1

Marinette flounced into the living room, her hair pulled back in her usual pigtails, the red ribbon holding them together bouncing back and forth at her movements. A white measuring tape was loosely hanging around her shoulders contrasting her black jacket. She smiled at me wide from where I was sitting on the couch, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"What's got my wife so happy today?" I asked reaching for Marinette's hands. I loosely gripped them and pulled her down next to me on the couch. Marinette grinned and shrugged her shoulders, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. I grabbed the measuring tape and pulled it off her shoulders, tossing it aside onto the coffee table.

"I just finished my design," Marinette said gleefully.

"Really? Can I see?"

"Better than that," Mari started, draping her arms around my neck. "You get to model it."

"You made it for me?" I asked with a smirk, wrapping my hands around her waist.

Marinette shook her head, "I mean, kind of. It's for the company, but with the magazine deal your father made, you have to model it. Why do you think I took your measurements?"

"I forgot you took my measurements…" I mumbled. Marinette kissed me gently, her warm lips imprinting my skin for mere seconds before she stood up.

"Come on, kitty." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the next room over.

The room was brilliantly lit from the natural light coming in through the tall, floor to ceiling windows that ran across the back wall. It was the only part of our house that reminded me of my old room.

After Marinette and I graduated from college, we decided to get a small place for just the two of us. The house was nothing compared to what I was used to, it had more of a homey feeling. It reminded me a lot of Marinette's parents' house. Each room was packed full of pictures and books, decorations and furniture. The walls were all painted a nice cream color and the dark, fishbone style wood floors extended into all the rooms throughout the two-story house.

Downstairs, there was the kitchen and living room. Down the hall a little way was a bathroom, Marinette's sewing room, and the guest bedroom (although we referred to it as the Alya and Nino Rental). Upstairs was mine and Marinette's bedroom with a connecting bathroom and another spare bedroom. When we first bought the place, we could never decide what to do with the bedroom, so we kept it empty.

I liked the homey feeling of the house better compared to the house I grew up in. It made me feel like I was really starting to work on a good future with Marinette. One that could lead to a family.

Marinette lead me to the far side of the sewing room where three mirrors were set up in a half-circle around a mannequin that was covered in a white sheet. I stepped up onto the small 3-inch high platform and covered my eyes, letting Marinette move around me to the mannequin.

I heard the soft fabric of the white sheet fall to the floor at my feet.

"Okay, open." Marinette said softly. I moved my hands from my eyes, letting my eyes rest upon Marinette's latest masterpiece.

She had created a Chat Noir inspired formal suit. The black suit-jacket had bright green thread embroidery decorating the inside fabric, appearing only over the folded down collar, and rolled up sleeves of the jacket. The design was hard to make out from farther away but close-up the green thread was in the shape of little kitten paws.

Beneath the jacket was a simple black button-down shirt with golden buttons. The pants were made of the same black fabric as the jacket, however each leg had a thin leather strip that started at the hip and reached all the way down to the loose ankle of the pants.

I reached out and touched the soft fabric, rubbing the collar of the jacket between my fingers.

"You designed this?" I asked astonished. Marinette's blue eyes lit up and a light pink blush spread over her cheeks.

"Yes. Do you like it?"

I circled around the mannequin, taking in every single inch of the design slowly, a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"Marinette, this is amazing! Chat Noir definitely approves." I winked.

Marinette squealed excitedly. "Awesome! Good, now go try it on. I have to make sure it fits before I alert the magazine." Marinette danced around the mannequin, removing the suit and shoving the outfit into my arms. She pointed at the large walk-in closet that she had turned into the dressing room before rushing off to her desk to type furiously at the keyboard.

I lead myself away and changed quickly, refusing to look in the mirror until Marinette had seen me first. I loved getting her opinion on how I looked in the designs I wore.

I emerged from the dressing room quickly and silently, sneaking up behind Marinette. I snaked my hands around her eyes carefully.

"Keep your eyes shut, Mari." I said playfully. Marinette smiled, letting her arms go limp at her sides.

"Lead the way, Adrien." She replied. I moved my hands from her eyes trusting that she'd keep them shut, and took her hand, leading her to the platform.

I took my place in front of the mirrors and prepared a cheesy pose.

"Okay, you can open them." I decided. Marinette's bluebell eyes were revealed from beneath her eyelids and she laughed.

"What kind of pose is that?" She asked. "Aren't you supposed to be a professional?"

I laughed, getting out of my pose. "Hey! People pay me thousands to pose like that." I defended.

"It's a good thing your hot. Now turn around and let me look." Marinette crossed her arms across her chest and spun a finger in the air. I obliged to her commands, letting her look me over.

The suit fit perfectly, of course. Hugging my chest in just the right way. The embroidery stood out against my skin and really brought out the color in my eyes. I had left one of the gold buttons on the dress shirt unbuttoned to reveal my collar bone attractively. When Marinette noticed, she blushed.

"Adrien, this is a formal suit," She scolded. "Button it all the way up."

"Come on," I teased, getting down from the platform. I grabbed Marinette's hands and placed them around my neck before sneaking my arms around her waist to pull her closer. Her breath hitched in her throat, making me smile. "I think it looks better like this. Especially if it makes my wife blush the way she's blushing right now." I rested my forehead against Marinette's lovingly, lazily glancing down at her lips.

Marinette traced my jawline with her fingertips, "I'm only blushing because you're so close to me, and all I can think about when you're this close to me is kissing you, which makes me blush."

"Thinking about kissing me make you blush?" I questioned softly, leaning into her touch.

"Well, why wouldn't it? You are a good kisser…" She mumbled the last part while trailing her free hand down to my wrist to play with the bracelet that was clasped around it. It was my turn to blush.

"Why don't you kiss me then?"

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Gee, kitty, a little eager, are we?"

I dipped Marinette down, holding onto her waist tightly to hold her up. She erupted into a fit of giggles.

I shrugged and with a smirk said, "Maybe a little,"

Marinette reached out, pulling my head down to meet hers. She pressed her lips against mine lovingly with a smile still on her face. I stood her back up, my lips never leaving hers, letting her heat engulf me. She tugged at the hairs on my neckline eagerly with one hand and gripped the edge of my jacket with the other.

I slipped my hands beneath the hem of her white t-shirt, tracing the outline of her hips with my fingertips. Then, started moving my kisses from her lips to her cheek.

"Adrien," Marinette muttered.

"Hmm?" I asked, moving back to her lips. She kissed me back one more time, a long lingering, smoldering kiss. Then, she departed sadly.

"I'm destroying your suit." she said matter-of-factly.

I moved back a little and looked down at the wrinkled collar. Marinette tried to straighten it out, but I grabbed her hand and planted a kiss onto the soft skin near her knuckle.

"That's okay, I'll iron it back out." I said, nuzzling my nose into her neck. Marinette sighed, running her fingers through my hair in a constant, soothing motion.

"Out of your suit, Adrien. I'm hanging it back up to keep it safe until the shoot."

"You're beautiful," I whispered.

"Don't distract me kitty, out of the suit." Marinette backed up, but she was smiling. "Once you're out of your suit we can get back to what we were doing." She added quickly.

I smiled triumphantly. "I'll be back, Mi'Lady." I said with a bow, then ran off into the dressing room to change.

Hello fellow Miraculousers! This is the start to the story I've been working on for the past couple weeks. The rest of the story is still in outline form, but I will (hopefully) be writing consistenly enough to post new chapters every week. I will probably update the chapters as I go on, so keep an eye out for any changes! I really hope you guys enjoy this story!