11.
"You can have half."
She stopped, blushing.
"I mean, if you want it, sorry if that sounded weird, um…"
"I'd like that," he smiled. She exhaled, obviously relieved, and snapped the cookie in half, offering him the larger side.
"Um, here. You're welcome."
12.
"Take my jacket, it's cold outside."
"Oh… um, thank you."
For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why his lady was blushing so much. He wasn't transformed, and didn't know it was him, so that probably had something to do with it. He pulled off his white coat, and wrapped it around her. "Take care of yourself."
"Thanks Adr- um, thanks."
She raced out of the school to get back to fighting, leaving Adrien to transform and wonder if she'd really been about to say his name.
13.
"Sorry I'm late."
She was still wearing his jacket when he came racing out.
"No problem," she grabs his hand, pulling him away from a blast. "Watch out!"
He laughed. "Hey, I'm supposed to be the one saying that! Nice jacket by the way."
She looked almost guilty. "Um, thanks. A… friend lent it to me."
He grinned. "Interesting."
14.
"Can I have this dance?"
He offered a gloved hand to his lady as the music poured from the street below. She looked down at his hand, before carefully placing her own inside. "Yes."
He pulled her along, grinning widely, and began to sing softly. She joined in, and before long, the heroes of Paris were spinning around, singing, and laughing like kids.
As the song ended, she looked up at him, her cyan blue eyes glittering. "We should do this again some time."
"How about right now?"
"Works for me."
15.
"I made your favorite."
Her arms are crossed. "How do you know what my favorite is?"
"Process of elimination," he improvised. She didn't need to now that he'd asked Alya before he came.
He tossed her a paper bag, and she snatched it out of the air with shockingly good reflexes, pulling it open. A slow smile spread over her face.
"Your process of elimination really works, huh?"
"Yup. I'm a pretty smart cat."
"Shut up!" she laughed.
16.
"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway."
She read the message, and a small smile appeared on her tearstained face. "If I tell you something, promise not to laugh," she sent.
"I would never do that, my lady."
"I had a nightmare."
"Again? Are you ok?"
She shivers. "Not really. I want to see you."
"Eiffel tower in five minutes?"
"K."
She felt comforted, changing quickly. He'll always be there for her. Even at 2:00 am.
17.
"Watch your step!"
He grabbed her in the dark, pulling her away from the edge of the stairwell. She gasped, and he hugged her to himself.
"Be more careful, Ladybug," he whispered, worriedly. "I do not want to worry about you falling."
"I have you to catch me, don't I?"
He gripped her tighter. "Yes. Always."
18.
"Here, drink this, you'll feel better."
He smiled up at her. "Where did you learn to make cocoa like this?"
"Um… my family's taught me a lot about cooking and stuff," she shrugged it off. "Anyway, you need it. That akuma got you good."
"Good?"
"Okay, bad then," she amended. "Just drink it, kitty."
He took a long sip. It was amazing, the perfect blend of chocolate and vanilla, with a hint of what tasted like cherry, or maybe raspberries. It coated his mouth and throat in the best way. "Thanks," he smiled. "This is really great."
"Hey, what are…" she trailed off. 'What are friends for?' she'd been about to say. But that didn't feel quite right anymore.
19.
"Can I hold your hand?"
She stared up at him.
"It's just, I saw Chloe come in, and I would really rather not deal with her," he explained. "Please, Marinette?"
Before he could even finish, she'd slipped her hand into his. Her fingers fit perfectly in his, caressing his ring gently. He couldn't keep a grin off his face.
"We should get out of here if Chloe's really around," she said, quietly.
"Um, yeah, ok," he agreed.
Marinette was not going to know that Chloe was on vacation in London. It was that simple.
20.
"You can borrow mine."
"What? But-"
"You need a ring, right? For the box?"
"Yes, but-"
"You can close your eyes. I'll hide."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah. I trust you."
She shut her eyes, and in a flash of light, felt a ring drop into her hand. She turned around, and got to work…
After the box was finished, she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Don't turn around."
"Chat?"
"Kinda need the thing you borrowed back."
"Prove it's you, first."
"…My lady, it would be cat-astrophic for you not to believe me."
She smiled, passing the ring over her shoulder. "Here you go."
