Paris, France

Present Day

2:03AM

"M'lady?"

Marinette looked up in surprise and felt a soft smile form on her lips as soon as she saw who it was. His sleepy green eyes told all – why was his beloved but utterly crazy sweetheart doing up in the middle of the night, drawing? His shoulder was against the wall, his silk robes loose revealing a bare, muscled chest. How tantalizing he looked in the night – especially in the manner those eyes of his glinted like a cat's in the night.

"The sheets are so cold without my favourite bedbug."

She rolled her eyes and stood up, walking over from her studio to the door where he lened.

"That's not a cute nickname."

"It is to me! Cute names for my cute wife."

Somewhere in the darkness, a high-pitched giggle and a groan was heard as two small figures fluttered out the window to give the couple privacy. Adrien's arms came around her and she found herself stepping into a cocoon of strong, corded arms and a warm, silk-clothed body. He always smelled so wonderful – his own distinct scent that calmed her nerves and made her want to either jump his bones or melt in a puddle in his arms. Sometimes both. He squeezed her tight and she felt soft kisses to the top of her head.

She felt so loved.

"What's on your mind, my love?"

She leaned her cheek against his chest, allowing herself to listen to the gentle heart beat beneath.

"I was just up."

She could practically feel the aching curiosity emanating from her lover, but he knew that if she wanted him to know something, she would tell him in her own time.

"Have you… ever wondered if we've met before?"

She lifted her head to look up at him, his eyes were drawn to her own – they always looked so soft and loving.

"Like…in another time?"

Marinette's eyes widened. So, Adrien did know. She felt a hand on her cheek, lifting her chin up towards him. Lips brushed over her closed eyes as he spoke. His voice a gentle caress to her ears.

"I do. Sometimes I dream about it."

"Hmm…"

She nuzzled his cheek and very reluctantly pulled away. She grabbed his hand – wonderfully warm as the rest of him save for the slight cold press of his wedding band against her fingers. She took him to her desk, where she had been doodling designs for the new Fall/Winter collection to her line. But on top of the meticulously drawn and coloured patterns and designs, several sheets of paper had been strewn. In each messy sketch, there was a man.

"I saw him in my dreams."

"Already dreaming of other men, Mari?"

He lifted her hand and kissed it giving her a playful wink. Marinette couldn't believe that he could still render her speechless. Sometimes she forgot they were married.

"No…silly. Not in that way. I think it was during the French Revolution. He looked just like you. He had the miraculous too. And then I think in…Ancient China, in America... They all…just looked like you. In some way."

Adrien took one to inspect – it looked to be him. Only, the clothes appeared to be archaic. Black breeches, an embroidered black waistcoat and a white cravat. In place of a pin, there was a bell. He had on his Chat Noir mask. In another, a well-pressed tailcoat. A more unusual one had him with dark hair and what appeared to be a tunic. What got to him, was the fact that he recognised every single one of them. A stranger feeling being, he didn't know how. He had a vague idea, but he needed to do some research first.

He sat himself down on her chair and pulled her to his lap.

"…What if I told you, that I dreamt the same? But of you."

Marinette perked in his arms and turned to look at him incredulously.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?"

She watched as her husband's cheeks flooded with a blush and he nudged her cheek with the sort of shy reluctance she hadn't seen since they first started dating.

"I thought they were just fantasies. Some of them got real steamy."

It was Marinette's turn to blush and she stiffly returned her gaze to her drawings. Her hand rested over the drawing of the mysterious 18th century Frenchman that looked so much like her husband.

"Do you…do you think it's memories?"

It certainly felt that way. She never saw herself in the dreams, just Adrien. Or at least, a bloke that resembled Adrien. It made her wonder if there was something more to their Miraculous that they hadn't learnt about. She would have to make a visit to a certain eccentric old man soon.

"Of our past lives? I think so too."

The admission made both quiet. Why were the dreams only emerging so strongly now?

"Tell me what's on your mind Marinette."

A gentle hand rested on her cheek and a kiss was pressed to her brow. She wasn't even aware that she was frowning.

"It's just…why are they in pain? I can feel it. In my chest…"

She bit her lip, hoping that she wasn't going mad. What was she doing feeling sentimental over people that probably only existed in her dreams?

Adrien had gone oddly quiet at the point and Marinette decided not to push the subject further. He sensed it and squeezed her hand in gratitude.

"I love you, mon chat."

His lips formed a smile against her forehead.

"I love you too, my sweet bugaboo."

A/N: This is short, I am aware. But this is sort of an experimental piece that has been rattling about in my head for a while now. If it garners enough interest, I will gladly embark on this project! So please, do tell me your thoughts