Three years later, she still never failed to make him blush.
The blond practically dropped his morning cappuccino at the sight of his petite lady. Leaning over their kitchen sink on her tip toes, the girl hummed a delightful morning tune, seemingly unaware of the way hem of her shirt hung daintily over her rear.
Ehem, his shirt.
The wrinkled, white material lifted ever so slightly and the boy felt his cheeks burn ten degrees warmer. Mouth parting to a loose "o," Adrien tried to speak, only to find a jumbled knot blocking all abilities to make any sound above a whisper.
"Adrien," Quickly turning around to the dumbfounded boy, navy waves swinging everywhere, sapphire eyes met emerald. Both invigorated with the first interaction of the morning, Marinette offered a sweet, albeit sly smile. "Are you going to stand there all day?" She giggled, flicking a sudsy finger his way. The bubbles caught easily in his messy blond locks, and he shook them away like a wet kitten, emitting another chuckle from the girl.
Marinette swung her gaze back to the dishes. Unplugging the drain, the soapy dish water swirled away and she watched her warped reflection. The collar of Adrien's white button down hung oversized around her thin shoulders and the stiff material was crinkled from the previous evening's events. Only three of the engraved buttons were done and though they were matching to the incorrect button holes, she was grateful for the makeshift nightshirt. Besides, his comforting scent of Dark Obsession and Camembert croissants was laced between the threads, and Marinette could've sworn his cuddly body heat still insulated the thin shirt.
"Seriously, Prince Charming," Marinette rung out the clean cloth and draped it over the stainless silver sink. Leisurely leaning down to pull at her slouchy polka dot socks, she smiled to herself. She could practically feel his gaze warming her whole figure, and mentally thanked those years as Ladybug for keeping her body in tip top shape. Peering at him between her calves, Marinette continued. "Don't you have to be at work soon? Like, now?"
Adrien tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it had only grown since earlier. Why did the sight of her in his old oxford and tangled half ponytail rile his inner Chat Noir so badly? Suppressing the pun-livng feline alter ego certainly wasn't a stalemate to their relationship but the boy did his best to push it aside anyway. Right now, he was Adrien. And he wanted her, as Adrien.
"Y-yeah, well I should be on my way." He lingered by the wall behind her, still tracing her silhouette with a dazed look in his eyes. Dreams of a day spent wisely in the kitchen, flour fights, baking eclairs and profiteroles, licking the chocolate glaze from her fingers filled the space behind his glowing green eyes. "But I don't wanna go in today."
"Oi?" Marinette crossed her legs, pivoting neatly to face the pouty model. "Being handsome is just so hard, isn't it." She giggled, flashing a pursed smirk at his look of protest. Resting her palms on the countertop behind her, she hopped up to sit on the granite, though it the stark stone was freezing against her bare thighs. Goosebumps raced over her taught legs, so she tucked her ankles together in attempts to suppress the chill. "You can't skip work, pretty kitty."
"Not even for a day spent pamper my princess?" Adrien cocked his head, long locks falling into his eyes. Batting his wide, sparkling eyes at the girl perched atop his kitchen counter, he awaited her response.
A tempted grin spread across her face, though she didn't cave. Marinette's resolve was much better than it had been when the pair had first began dating.
"I… I think that's a pretty good reason to take a rain check." Adrien mumbled, gaze shifting timidly at the tiled floor between them. Pouting would do him no good, and the scarlet tint that simply wouldn't leave his cheeks was making the situation all too pathetic for the world - adored Parisian.
"Awh," Marinette cooed. Curling her index finger, she signaled the boy closer, until she could snatch his emerald tie. With a gentle yank! Adrien stumbled closer to his lady, cheeks still cherry red and knees still weak as silly string.
"C'mere, my lucky charm," her voice was soft as it brushed through his silken tresses as she tucked his silky strands back into place. "I was only kitten," offering a pun of condolence, Marinette pressed two fingers under his chin. Gaze meeting, she couldn't help but notice they were eye level, thanks to her booster seat. Biting her lip, Marinette tried to keep her bliss from growing too obvious, but to no avail.
"You tease too much, Marinette." He whimpered, cuffing the sleeves of his own white button down. Resting his hands tentatively on her knees, he dared meet her irresistible gaze. Supple bottom lip still punctuated with her bite, full lashes flourishing around her glowing sapphire eyes, Adrien let out a whine. "Stop looking at me like that!"
Erupting into her signature fit of giggles, Marinette cupped his jaw, gently thumbing at the hollows of his cheeks. Without hesitation, she brought the boy to her lips, pressing a longing kiss to his forehead. Beneath his golden locks, an ever growing fever seared her touch. Tilting her head sideways, she blinked at him innocently.
"Not fair." Adrien whined, pursing his lips. "I have to go soon…." Although he'd trailed off, she could practically hear his begging question in the air.
"Just take the day off like you wanted, Adrien." The girl insisted, peppered the corners of his mouth with feathery kisses. As her fingers danced down his neck, her girly voice suddenly lowered to a teasing murmur. "It would appear that you have a bit of a fever, anyway."
He was all too aware that he'd been burning up since he'd laid eye on her that morning, but the way his shirt hung invitingly off her should, like it was about to slip off at any second, was fascinating. Eyelids rested half mast, the boy indulged in the day dream that was his lady. One of her mini pecks caught his bottom lip in full, and Adrien's eyes snapped open.
"…I guess I could take a sick day."
He grinned suddenly, as she guided his hands to the sides of her waist. Casually tilting forward, the girl caught him in one final, deciding kiss. Supple tugs at his lips overtook him, as the scent of sweet peas and strawberry shampoo crowded into his senses. Fingers grappled clumsily at the loose material, gathering the shirt to a cinch. Metal buttons popped off the shirt, scattering with tiny pings! as they dropped to the tiled floor. Against his flustered cheeks, Adrien could feel her brows raise, lashes tickling as they fluttered open. Drawing back, Marinette smirked, sealing the deal with a coy wink.
"Besides, don't you want your shirt back?"