Never Been Kissed

Pairing: Adrinette

Marinette stared down at her given script for the umpteenth time, her eyes glazing upon the last few paragraphs on the very last page. She received the script almost a month ago, and she's never worried about thataction that was bolded and highlighted near the end of the page. She thought she had so much time to worry about it, but then days passed, and now she had to ensue with that very act in approximately eighteen hours.

The bluenette paced about the room, her gaze glued to the word 'kiss' on that white piece of paper. It wasn't whom she had to kiss that was making her nervous. She had absolutely no romantic feelings for the artistic redhead. She was anxious about how she was going to proceed with the action.

Marinette's never had her first kiss. She was already having trouble feigning her love for the character she was supposedly, absolutely smitten over. She hadn't the slightest idea as to how she was going to move her lips against his. Ms. Bustier wanted no kissing during the rehearsals to capture the essence of true love's first kiss for opening night. Marinette had no problem with her teacher's wishes, but she kind of hoped that she was able to kiss him just once to prepare herself.

The perturbed bluenette threw her script onto the coffee table in front of her before falling onto the upholstered couch behind her. She leaned back, looking up at the ceiling, faintly hearing the voices of her classmates through the walls. They were busy setting everything up, making sure that it was all flawless and ready for tomorrow night. After that, they were going to have one last rehearsal, so Marinette was sitting alone in the dressing room, making sure that she had all her lines memorized.

Marinette sighed, feeling the tension in her shoulders as she closed her eyes. She grabbed the cushion beside her and smothered her face into it before letting out a loud, but muffled scream.

"Hey Marinette, are you alright?"

The bluenette threw the cushion to the side and opened her eyes. She immediately sat up straight and began smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles on her capris.

She pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing a shade of crimson as she saw who was standing in front of her. "Ad-Adrien?" she stuttered, lifting a finger to scratch her temple. "Wh-what you doing are here?" She shook her head and cleared her throat. "I-I-I mean… What are you doing here?" She mentally screamed, feeling incredibly stupid for making herself look like a fool in front of him again. She flashed him with an awkward and toothy smile before letting out a quiet, breathy chuckle.

The blonde walked closer to the coffee table, holding onto what looked to be a box of baked goods and a cardboard tray containing two hot drinks. "I thought you could use a break," he said. "Nathanael's pretty nervous about tomorrow, and I assumed you were too." He sat the treats and drinks on the table before sitting on the wooden stool that was adjacent to the couch. "He's in the supply closet looking over his lines. I got him some chamomile tea to soothe his nerves. I thought I'd grab you some too." A small smile formed upon his face. "I think I made a pretty good call." He pulled the cardboard cup from the tray and placed it in front of the bluenette.

"Th-that's really nice of you, Adrien," Marinette said softly while removing the plastic lid to let out some steam.

"It's the least I could do," he said while opening the box that contained the baked goods. "I'm just playing Worker #3. I need to do more than just stand on stage while holding onto a pitchfork."

Marinette giggled. This was one of the many reasons as to why she adored the young model. He cared so much about the people around him. She thought he was going to be haughty like Chloe when she first met him, but he wasn't.

"So," he said, placing a glazed donut on a napkin before handing it over to her. "What's bothering you? Maybe I can help."

The bluenette took a small bite from her treat before setting it on the table. She chewed on it wholeheartedly before swallowing. "I-I don't know," she said. "It's kind of embarrassing." She licked her lower lip, tasting some of the sugary glaze.

"I'm sure it's fine," he said. "Nathanael is nervous because he apparently slipped on stage in the last school play. I had to help him search up some shoes with good grip."

Marinette smiled. She remembered that play. Nathanael only had one scene. He had to walk onto the stage and hand Alya her wand. He ended up falling, and the wand rolled off the stage.

"I don't think that's very embarrassing."

"Well." Adrien looked over to the script that was lying on the center of the coffee table. He grabbed onto it, reading the very page that was probably the most stained compared to the others. "I'm going to assume that it has to do something with the kiss."

"Wh-What?" Marinette squeaked. She grabbed onto her donut and slowly began to stuff the treat into her mouth while halfheartedly chewing it.

Adrien chuckled. "I've seen you look at that page a lot."

Marinette looked away, wishing that the blonde would no longer be on that stool when she looked back.

"Kissing someone on stage would be nerve-racking," he said. "Maybe you could think about the first time you kissed a boy and apply it to this."

Marinette vigorously chewed on her donut, her jaw starting to become sore. She was starting to regret stuffing that entire doughy snack into her mouth. She swallowed hard and pounded her chest with a fist before grabbing her cup of tea and taking a swig from it.

"I… uhm…" She bit her bottom lip, her eyes glued to her wavering reflection in the tea. "I…I never kissed anyone before," she mumbled.

"What?" Adrien blinked, chewing on his own treat.

"I haven't had my first kiss," she said just a tad bit louder. She took another sip from her tea before placing it back on the coffee table. She then brought her hands to her lap and began twiddling her thumbs.

"Oh," said Adrien.

An uncomfortable silence lingered between the two.

"Do you want to practice with me?" he suggested, slowly.

Marinette slowly turned her head to look up at him. She raised her hand and made a loose fist before covering her mouth. "What?" she squeaked.

Adrien scratched his head. "If it helps you, then I don't mind." His cheeks began to emanate a soft shade of pink.

"I-I…" She felt her heartbeat reverberating through her entire body.

"You'll be less nervous for tomorrow," he said before standing up from the stool. He then shuffled around the table and took a seat beside Marinette on the couch. He shifted around on the couch before facing her and resting his arm on top of the frame.

Marinette briefly met his green eyes before quickly looking away. She suddenly felt like she just entered one of her Adrien based daydreams. She looked down to her thigh and began to pinch it through her jeans. She bit her bottom lip, feeling a slight pain from her thigh. She wasn't dreaming. This was, in fact, real.

"I'll… uhh… I'll make it quick," he said. "And then you'll be ready for tomorrow."

Marinette softly smiled at him before bringing her arms down to her side. As she did, she felt her entire body tremble. She gulped hard, tasting some remnants of the doughy treat before slowly turning her head to meet his alluring gaze.

Adrien placed the script on his lap, momentarily looking down at it before looking back up. He then slowly raised his hand, and reached for her cheek.

Marinette flinched by the sudden contact as Adrien brushed his fingertips against her cheek, gliding it along her skin until his palm was resting up against her chin.

"I'm just following the script," he murmured before momentarily glancing back down at it.

Marinette felt her temperature rising. She wanted to believe that it was because of the tea, but she knew it was because of him.

She pursed her lips together as their eyes met once more. Adrien leaned in towards her, and naturally, Marinette did the same thing. Everything around her was suddenly going hazy, and the muffled voices through the walls lowered down to a mute. The only thing she could hear now was the thump of her heart.

Adrien inched in closer, his fingers gliding towards her nape. He slowly began to caress her cheek with her thumb, stopping only a few inches away from her face. His gaze was focused on her lips, and hers was focused on his.

He slightly stuck his tongue out, licking his upper lip before glancing up and meeting her eyes. Marinette's heart dropped and thumped in a way it hasn't before as he looked back down to her lips, his thumb still caressing her cheek. She's never seen Adrien look at her that way before. It was incredibly alluring.

Adrien leaned in closer, until Marinette could feel his warm breath against her upper lip as a faint smell of cinnamon wafted through her nose.

She slowly let her eyelids envelop her vision, and as they did, she felt his lips pressing against hers. Marinette tensed up from the sudden contact. His lips were soft and perfectly moist.

Her lower lip trembled, unsure of what to do next. According to the script, the kiss had to last for at least ten seconds. She wasn't sure of how that was going to be accomplished with two lips just pressing against one another.

And then she felt it. Adrien moved his lips against hers, causing her to momentarily panic. She slightly opened her mouth and tilted her head to the side, allowing his lips to comfortably move against hers. Marinette began to follow his motions, mentally telling herself that this was purely for the play.

She was timid, but as more seconds passed by, she found herself getting more comfortable. Marinette lifted her hand and placed it against his upper arm. She felt Adrien's hand slide down until it was wrapped around her waist.

Marinette then slightly pulled away, pecking his lips before officially ending the kiss.

Adrien immediately slithered his arm away from her waist and took his arm off the frame. He then leaned back and cleared his throat. "So, uh…" he said. "I'm going to assume that's the magic that Ms. Bustier wanted."

The bluenette sat up and smoothed her capris once more, unable to look at him. "I… I guess so," she said, awkwardly. "I think… it… uhm… helped." She began to tap her foot against the floor. "You really know what you're doing… You must have had a lot of practice."

"Practice?" Adrien questioned. "That was actually my first kiss…"

"What?!" Marinette turned to look at him, startled.

She thought that he did really well. In fact, it was probably the best kiss she had ever had (despite it being the only kiss she ever had).

"What?" he asked, blinking.

"You seemed like you knew what you were doing."

"That's only because I was doing it with the girl I wanted to do it with."

Marinette stared at him with wide eyes. Did he just admit to liking her?

THE END