A/N: something short/cute? motorcycle au! ft adrinette; post-reveal & they're aged up.
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premier.
The first time she drops by in her new motorcycle, Adrien's initial response is to shower her in concern.
"Isn't that dangerous?"
His hands are on her waist, forehead placed on her shoulder, and he can hear the smile in her voice as she says, "Not if you practice." A huff escapes him. She's like him in the sense that once an idea hits, her stubborn side comes out to stay. He pouts and allows his lips to linger at the soft curve of her jaw, draping his arms more tightly round her—pressing her back against the seat.
Green eyes glow with amusement as he lowers himself to meet her gaze. "You look ridiculous."
"I know."
Marinette brushes him off in such an easy manner that Adrien wonders what it will take to get under her skin this time. To be honest, she looks far from ridiculous in her pink, fluorescent, hi-vis jacket; no, he believes the right words are 'adorable as fuck,' but he's still mildly upset about the situation and demands payment in the form of kisses.
"But, they're safety precautions. And I'd rather not get fined," she continues while turning her cheek, successfully dismissing the way he aims to peck her moving mouth. Her own hands travel up to settle on either side of his neck, gloved fingers tangling into the soft, blonde locks at his nape.
He's realized eons ago that he'll never win with her. [Not that he minds.]
"Are you… Are you sure about this, princess?" Adrien asks and he can't help how he falters, uncertainty clear on his features. He knows that she's more than capable of doing something when she puts her mind to it. She's Ladybug, after all. She's handled more daunting tasks in the past.
Maybe—maybe, it's second-hand fear—a thought that makes him cringe so hard that he's left burying his face in his palm with a groan. No, Adrien Agreste has enough love for himself to avoid admitting that he's terrified of getting on a goddamn motorcycle.
"Mhm. I've told you a million times, I'll be fine. Don't worry."
"…Alright."
Her confidence is incredibly attractive.
God, three years later and he still has it bad for her.
His ears feel hot as she tugs her helmet on before handing him his own. Adrien holds no room to argue; she's already throwing one leg over the vehicle and patting the open space at her rear with a grin. Some part of him is kind of embarrassed, though the rest is more than ready to try this.