Horns blared down the street as traffic passed the Louvre. Inside the museum, a tour guide lead a group of teens through the art displaying halls, commentating as he went. "And as you see, on your right, we have Michelangelo's Dying Slave, commissioned in 1505, it wasn't completed until..." The guide's voice trailed off as he led the group on. Out of the group, four held back a little more to get a better look at the sculpture.

"He's naked." Nino deadpanned. "Why is every statue in here naked?"

"He's not naked, he's just half exposed." His girlfriend retorted.

"I'm sorry, Alya, but that dude is legit butt naked."

"He's got a shirt on!"

"His butt hath no cloth!"

Marinette and Adrien looked at each other before the latter said. "As much as I love listening to you two argue about a statue, our group left."

"So?" Alya asked. "We've been here how many times now? I'm pretty sure we could walk through this place with our eyes closed without falling."

"Clumsy person standing right here." Marinette mumbled. "I'm pretty sure I fell at least four times walking up the stairs, Alya, with my eyes open."

"I'm siding with Mari on this one, Alya. I trip over my own feet." Adrien added.

Nino snorted. "Mr. I'm-a-model does NOT trip over his own feet. Dude, I've seen you fence. Clumsy is not a word i'd describe you. You're moves are like a cat's sometimes."

Suddenly interested in changing the topic, Adrien exclaimed "Hey, is that Ladybug and Chat Noir?"

"Where?!" Alya grabbed Nino's wrist and sprinted toward the direction Adrien had pointed, dragging the poor boyfriend behind her.

Marinette squinted. "I didn't see anything... should we go check it out?"

"I guess I must have been seeing things." Adrien chuckled nervously.

"ADRIKENS?!" A yell came from down the corridor. "WHERE IS HE?! ADRIKENS!"

"Uh..." Adrien looked around for a hiding spot, but couldn't find a place where he and Marinette could both hide. So he did the next best thing. He grabbed Marinette's hand and pulled her to where her back was pressed against a niche's corner before placing a hand on either cheek and connected his lips to hers. First, she squeaked at the suddenness, then slowly, her hands raised to where they were intertwined with his golden locks. Where his focus had initially been on keeping Chloe from finding them was swept away in the sheer pleasure of the moment. In that moment, he didn't care who saw them. As hasty footsteps receded, he pulled away. Wide blue eyes stared up into his green. "Um...I-I'm sorry, Marinette." he let go of her and backed up a few paces. "I'm so sorry! I couldn't think of anything else. Please forgive me?!"

"uh-buh-wha-" steam rose from her hairline as her blush exceeded capacity. At that very inopportune moment, Alya and Nino walked up whilst arguing about some other random thing, when Alya noticed Marinette. "Oh my gosh, girl! What happened?!" She ran over to her friend and began to shake her. "Mari? MARINETTE?" a little white soul escaped Marinette's mouth, causing Alya to scream "Stay with me, girl! Gah! What happened? You're acting like Adrien complimented you or something!"

"Well um... actually... about that." Nino and Alya turned to Adrien. "I sorta kissed her."

"WHAT!"/"DUDE!"

I hope you all enjoyed, my lovelies. That was #17 on the prompt list on my Tumblr, courtesy of yuletidegays.

Till next time!

~December Rome