A/N: Just a short one shot. I found out today is International Kissing Day, or something, so I decided to try my hand at something cuter and less blood coated than I normally write. Anyway, have at it. Hopefully you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Unmixed Messages

A one shot to celebrate International Kissing Day. Chat wants a kiss. Marinette fights her own feelings. Marichat. First attempt at writing fluffy fluff.

"Are you sure you know what you want?" he asked with a whisper, leaning closer.

She felt her heart beat wildly against her chest as she felt his firm body press up against her. The stammered incoherently in protest as her thoughts spun out of control. How was it she could handle him with no problem when she was Ladybug, but when she wasn't her alter ego she floundered about like a fish out of water? It was easy to dismiss his charm and flirtatious personality when they were saving Paris. However, for some reason when he came to visit her as Marinette, at night on her balcony, his stupid puns and mischievous grin gave her butterflies. It was ridiculous, she told herself. Unknown identity aside, it was absolutely ridiculous for the sole reason that she now found herself standing nose to nose with Chat.

"You say that your heart belongs to another boy," Chat continued, "but your current reaction tells me otherwise."

His whisper tickled the hairs on her neck making them stand straight up. The tips of her fingers tingled, notifying her she had been gripping the bottom the railing behind her too tightly for too long. She cleared her throat with a fake cough as she pushed herself more upright, releasing the guardrail and sliding a hand between them onto Chat's chest to distance him a little. She needed some fresh air that wasn't saturated with his strong, albeit alluring scent. Chat snaked an arm around her waist to the small of her back pulling her back to him, his other hand climbed to the base of her neck were he lightly fingered her pigtails. Marinette momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"I- i-it's just, well. It wouldn't b-be right, you know," she stuttered as she looked into his brilliantly yellow, green eyes. "I d-don't even kn- know. Who you are. Beyond the mask. . ."

"Is that all that's holding you back?" he asked her, still speaking softly, grinning wider.

"That is one of my concerns," she clarified with a little more resolve in her voice.

He bent in so his cheek brushed against hers.

"I can remedy that, you know," he replied smoothly.

The touch of his lips played against her ear lobe sending a shiver down her core. She suppressed her immediate response- a giggle. The last thing Chat needed was encouragement, and the last thing she needed was to provide it. She chose to refocus her efforts instead, trying desperately to ignore the hormones that surged through her. To ignore the way she felt in his firm, unwavering embrace, or the feeling of his chest rising and falling in tandem with hers. To ignore his captivating stare. His scent. The confounded urge to actually let him kiss her. . . She gasped. She had forgotten to breathe again.

"Your identity is meant to be secret for a reason, kitty," she scolded lightly, pushing her fingers further against him.

"There's gotta be something in the rule book about exceptions," Chat mumbled, straightening up and looking off to the side.

Marinette breathed a small sigh of relief at his distraction, using the opportunity to back away from him slightly. She froze when he seemed to notice, turning back to her as his eyes lit up with an idea.

"What if. . ."

"What if-?" Marinette repeated, curiously.

She mentally slapped herself for taking the bait.

"What if I told you that you already know who I am?"

She laughed nervously, leaning backward. He followed her.

"You could pretend to be anyone, you know," she said as a matter of fact, now staring up at him.

"And that we're friends? I mean outside of the mask."

"My argument still stands."

"And yet, we're still having this conversation," he smirked.

"You have yet to let go," Marinette pointed out, pointedly looking at his hands on her hips.

"Alright then. Tell me you don't want to know, and that you're not wanting this attention."

She felt a red heat rise in her cheeks as she flushed. He continued to stare at her with an expression of amusement over his lips. She stumbled over her words as she tried to construct an excuse. Of course she wanted to know, but that beside the point. And of course. She loved his attention, she just didn't know how to respond to it. She liked Adrien after all. There was probably no chance that he'd ever return her feelings, but she wanted to hope that he might someday. But then, there was Chat. And while he wasn't aware (or at least not consciously) they were one and the same, he now acted as head over heels for her as he did when she was Ladybug. She used to think he flirted with every and any girl, but she was learning through her interactions with him as Ladybug and as Marinette that he only had eyes for them. For her. As such, he was growing on her. Rapidly.

She found herself eagerly awaiting his visits at night, even after patrolling the city with him as Ladybug. His presence was comforting and natural. She felt like she could talk to him about anything, with respect to her two identities that is. Even still, he was becoming all the more dear to her, and admittedly, her feelings for him were blooming from the platonic, little brother idea to something much more. Much more complex and deep. She didn't know his identity beyond the mask, but she couldn't ignore his consistency as Chat Noir. He was a real person with real feelings, a person who shared his thoughts and experiences with her (within reason per Marinette's desire to keep his identity safe). He protected her and made her feel safe, even now, with all of his persistence, he hadn't yet kissed her since she hadn't given her consent.

"Alright," she agreed.

He startled when she replied, staring at her as if to determine she was in fact possessed by some other entity. But she smiled, settling more comfortably in his his hold, and he realized Marinette was now fully echoing his feelings. A knot formed in his stomach as the butterflies in his gut started dancing. He tentatively rested his hand at her nape as she back looked into his eyes. "May I?" escaped his mouth before he could stop it. But much to his delight, she nodded, still smiling no less. He bent in and placed his lips on hers.

His arms pulled her in tightly again, but this time she didn't resist. Marinette relaxed, almost melting into him as his lips touched hers. It wasn't completely natural, but it was pleasant. His kiss was soft, but confident. She kissed him back, leaning into him. He slid his hand down her back drawing her hips against his and she could feel her face was on fire again. A green light flashed beyond her closed eyelids and she heard something flutter away, she didn't give it much thought however, as she was wrapped up in the moment. After a long minute, he released her slightly to which she relented to ending the contact. She pulled away from him slowly, opening her eyes to find Chat was no longer holding her. It was-

"A-Adrien-!" she nearly shouted.

She shocked herself so badly she managed to trip over her own feet when she jumped at the sight of him. Tumbling over backward, she let out a yelp, but Adrien caught her at the waist along with her hand and stopped her decent before she hit her head. She blushed furiously at him as she gaped. Once she was standing on her own two feet, he took a step back, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. He chuckled shyly.

"Told you we knew each other."

Plagg zipped out of his jacket pocket as he let out a burst of laughter.

"That was priceless."

"You-" Marinette gaped incredulously from Adrien to the little cat floating next to him. "Chat- but. How?"

"Yeah, that's me," he smiled nervously. "H-hopefully that isn't a. . . disappointment?"

If they weren't attached, Marinette's eyes would have probably been on the ground.

"D-disappointed? H- how could I be disappointed?!" she emphasized by throwing her hands toward the ground.

"Uh-" Adrien paused, fidgeting with his collar. "I guess I'm just not sure how to translate your- reaction."

"I- I just-" Marinette flustered, "I didn't think you would just de-transform."

"Tah dah-" he grinned weakly, splaying his hands in a comical fashion.

"Never in my wildest dream would I have suspected Adrien Agreste to be Chat Noir," she explained, waving her hands. "I mean, you're the guyI'vebeencrushingonsohardforsolong, you know, theamazingandwonderfulAdrien. BoyinmyclassIneverthoughtcouldpossiblylikemein-"

He placed a couple of fingers against her lips, effectively silencing her sudden gush of information. She blushed madly as she recalled everything that had just escaped her, ducking her head shamefully as she toyed with her bangs. He reached up and clasped her fingers in his hand. Timidly, she looked back at him to find him smiling at her kindly.

"Why wouldn't I like you?" he asked, leading her hand away from her face, placing his other hand over hers. "You're the incredible Marinette. There's nothing not to like."

"Y-you really like me," she said slowly, as the realization made it's way to the surface.

"I just kissed you, in case you forgot," he winked playfully.

She blushed again.

He pulled her into a hug. She buried her face into his shoulder, pulling tightly at the sleeves at his shoulders. She relaxed slightly as she breathed in his scent. It was the same as Chat Noir's only slightly less leathery. Her body shook with a giggle and Adrien looked at her curiously.

"I guess it's my turn to tell you a secret," she smiled. He arched a curious eyebrow at this when she called out. "Tikki."

Tikki flew from her bag on the desk in her room, darting in front of Adrien's face.

"Nice to officially meet you, Adrein," the small, red entity said. "I'm Ladybug's kwami." She turned her attention to the cat kwami. "Plagg, it's been a while-"

The black kwami tackled the red one, causing both kwamis to tumble aimlessly through the air. They chattered and laughed excitedly over their reunion, wrapped in a small ball of a hug, casting glances over at the two teens. Adrien didn't really register what they were saying though, as Marinette's bright blue eyes had him entranced. He had known Ladybug all along. A large, cat like grin spread over Adrien's face as he looked back to Marinette, who suddenly looped her hands over his shoulders, pulling herself up to him as she planted her lips on his.

"Looks like I'm lucky after all," she said.

He laughed.

"You and me, both."

Best. Day. Ever.

A/N: Hopefully that wasn't too much of a train wreck. Let me know in the comments if you would like to see more stuff like this. Like I said, it was definitely an experiment.