I want to say before hand, please leave reviews and cons, as I'm really trying to improve more on FanFictions and writing overall. Trash-Can.

MLB

She kept her eyes open, not kissing back. Feeling the heat of a bright red blush spreading from the tips of her ears to the bridge of her nose, under the bright red mask with black spots that she wore.

He quickly pulled back, his hand rubbing the back of his neck out of nervous habit.

"I- uh, sorry, M-My Lady." He stuttered out.

She didn't know what came over her, except the utter feeling of boldness, as she stood on her tippy-toe's, her lips suddenly re-connected with his. Her hands were softly cupping his cheeks and this time it was her who caught him off guard.

Withing seconds he responded, his hand laying on her hips.

And just as they were in the spurr of the moment, the phone in her dress' pocket ringed, as they abruptly sprung apart.

She grabbed her phone, trying to stop her alarm, almost dropping the phone in the progress of doing so.

"Sorry," she had said, as she put her phone back. "My parents want me home before midnight." She pushed a lock of her blue-ish black hair out of her face, behind her ear, as it shimmered in the light of the evening.

"It's okay, bugaboo." Her cat gave her his signature grin, it just screamed Chat.

She took a step back, a soft laugh escaping her mouth. "I had fun tonight, Chaton." Fondness was clear in her eyes as she smiled softly and ruffled his already tousled hair.

"Me too." He replied. "Tonight was purrfect."

She couldn't bring herself to roll her eyes, groan, or even look the slightest bit unamused. "I'll see you tomorrow on patrol, kitty."

She was in the middle of turning around, as he caught her hand with his own. "Wait," he said and she looked at him curiously. "Can I at least, finally, know your name, My Lady?"

She sighed, shoulders slumping. He had asked her so many times before, and even though she had always said no, she felt compelled to say yes. That wasn't right, right?

She opened her mouth, fishing for words, but instead, she grabbed a pen from her red, self-made purse, as grazed his hand softly.

He looked at her with an eyebrow raised, as she wrote somethig on his hand, and he felt the point of the ballpoint tip tickling the flesh on his hands skin.

She took the pen away and closed his hand into fist, looking up at him, slight doubt reflecting in her eyes. Was she really going through with this?

"Don't open or look at your hand until I'm gone. Understood?"

Their eyes were locked as he nodded his head a little. "Anything for you, My Lady." He smiled in a familiar way, but she couldn't place her hand on it, and chose to let it slide.

She smiled back. "Good." With that she turned around to walk away, but just before she turned the corner, she looked back at him, dressed in a nice suit, black mask on his face, blonde hair shining in the moonlight.

And his eyes were on the words on his hand.

For a moment, their eyes met.

And then she wasn't there anymore.

MLB

The next morning, before she was about to walk into class, Adrien stopped her, softly grabbing her hand, making her whip her head around to meet his face.

He held up his hand, one word- no, a name- written on it.

'Marinette'

MLB

I hope you liked this, and for all spelling errors, in my defense, it's 2 o' clock in the morning. XD.

For people who didn't understand, this story is kinda about a masquerade or some sorta party they went to, and they start making out and yeah, things start going really uphill from then on.

This story was actually written as a one-shot a year ago, but not originally from ML. But I decided to re-use it as a FanFiction. Because my other two absolutely suck.