Heyo!

So this is the part 4 that… quite a few people asked for actually, which I'm still surprised about.

Summary: Marinette finally gets a date with Adrien, and it's every bit as perfect as she hoped… if only Hawk Moth could lay off the attacks for one day. That's all she asks.

Pairing(s): Marinette x Adrien/ Ladybug x Chat Noir

Word count: 1763

Warnings: OOC + unedited… also it's 4:33 am

Disclaimer: If I owned them, why would I writing cruddy fanfiction?

Enjoy!

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Marinette scowled, looking between her two choices carefully.

She had spent the last two hours rummaging through her closet and narrowing down what was best to wear on a first date.

She was going on a date. With Adrien. To the louvre.

Shutting her eyes tight and flailing her arms momentarily, she flopped onto her bed and let out a small squeal.

Once she had calmed down - or as close as she could get in this situation - Marinette realised her original problem was still there.

Did she wear the dark blue summer dress, red flats and a small necklace?

Or did she wear the denim shorts, white shirt, blue cardigan and black shoes?

Digging through her schoolbag for her phone, she called Alya. "Hey," her friend greeted, "what's up? Did he cancel? Are you having cold feet? What's the crisis?"

"Alya, calm down!" she exclaimed, "no one cancelled on anyone, I just need your help deciding what to wear."

"Oh," she chirped, "that I can do."

She faced her camera to the two options. "Just go with whatever you feel like," Alya told her helpfully.

Marinette glared at her through the screen.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," she laughed, "go with the dress, but ditch the necklace and put on a white cardigan - also, seeing as you're going to the museum, either that dress has to have pockets or you gotta bring a bag. "

"The dress has pockets."

"It's all good then, have fun," she sang, smirking as her friend's cheeks turned bright red.

"Bye Alya," Marinette sighed, disconnecting the call.

Right then, she thought, grabbing the dress and collecting a white cardigan from her wardrobe, time to get ready.

After much deliberation, she decided to leave her hair in twin ponytails as usual and, following Alya's advice, put the necklace back on the stand.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, smiling at her reflection.

You're going on a date with Adrien.

You're going on a date with Chat Noir.

The thoughts bubbled into her head uncontrollably and her face split in a lovestruck smile, a squeal dying in her throat as she danced around her room, twirling and letting her dress billow up around her as she moved.

"Marinette!" her mother called, "there's someone here to see you!"

Surprised, the previously graceful girl tripped and fell flat on her face as she was jerked out of her daydream.

"C-coming mum!" she yelled back, rubbing her sore cheek.

Hastily checking herself one last time in the mirror, Marinette realised she had almost forgotten to bring her purse.

That would have been odd if something decided to attack, she wondered, Chat Noir fighting whatever it was alone while Marinette runs back to transform.

A shiver of dread ran down her spine. Please nothing attack today, just let me enjoy my date please, she mentally begged.

After slinging her purse over her shoulder and motioning for Tikki to get inside, she ran downstairs and into the bakery where, sure enough, Adrien was waiting for her.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

He was wearing what seemed like ordinary clothes, but the way the sunlight caught on his hair and that cute little smile and-

"So, Marinette," her dad started, "who's this?"

She gulped, realising he had cottoned on to the situation. "Mum, dad, this is Adrien," she introduced, not wanting the confrontation to last long.

"I see, and Adrien…" her mother commented entirely too innocently, "what are your intentions with my daughter?"

Not good. Mayday mayday get the hell outta there.

Adrien opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off. "Well this has been a really nice chat but we have to be going now," she announced, slightly apologetically.

He looked at her in confusion but she just grabbed his hand and ran out of the shop.

"What was that all about?" he asked.

"We would have been there for hours until my mother deemed you fit to ask me out," Marinette huffed, not realising she was still holding his hand as they walked.

Adrien chuckled. "If you say so," he complied, before looking down and realising their hands were still joined.

She followed his gaze and let go as soon as she saw what he was looking at. "Oh uh-I'm sorry I was just trying to… get away… quickly," she flushed.

"It's fine," he told her, taking her hand in his again, "I kinda liked it."

Marinette blushed and smiled shyly at him, stepping slightly closer to him as they continued down the street.

They fell into each other's pace, talking aimlessly about the new shop that opened, or you never did help me with that maths homework to where did you learn how to dance?

Marinette giggled as they shared amusing stories the Chat Noir personality she knew so well bleeding through every so often with a flirtatious comment and why the hell couldn't she stop blushing.

When they arrived at the Louvre, her heart sank as she stared at the long queue.

"Hey, it's okay," Adrien murmured, "I got tickets, remember?"

"Your foresight astounds me," she drawled, giggling as he stuck his tongue out.

"It's not exactly a secret that it gets pretty packed in there," he told her, "haven't you been before?"

She shook her head. "Not unless I was trying to save you from being wrongfully captured," she explained.

"Ah well," Adrien smirked, "I'm glad I get to witness your first civilian experience."

She nudged him with her shoulder playfully as he went up to the desk reading 'pre-paid tickets.'

Marinette looked around, reading the small pieces of text that decorated the walls as Adrien talked to the man, who looked like he was so done with his job he might just fall asleep.

She felt a small tugging on her hand as Adrien lead her inside.

"Wow!" she sighed, gazing around at the high ceiling, ornate decorations and various works of art, "I never realised how pretty it was."

She turned around to face Adrien, only to find that he was staring at her with glazed eyes and a gentle smile.

"What?" she asked softly.

He shrugged. "You're more beautiful than all of these paintings, My Lady," he complimented off-handedly and continued walking into the museum.

Adrian Agreste, Marinette thought to herself, you'll be the death of me.

They made their way around, pausing to look at each painting or sculpture. "Everything in here is so good," she sighed wistfully, "how did he even find the time to paint something that big?"

She was staring at an image of what looked like a battlefield post-war, and it was around twice her height.

"His job was literally to paint all day," Adrien smiled, laughing at her deadpan look, as if to say you know what I mean.

"When I was little my dad took me here," he began, lips curling into a melancholic smile, "and as soon as we got back home I scribbled on a piece of paper with crayons and told him it was going to be displayed in the Louvre in fifty years."

Marinette giggled. "You sounded like such a cute kid," she gushed, imagining a tiny Adrien who wanted to be an artist.

"I like to think I'm still cute," he huffed at her.

She smiled and ruffled his hair, despite his protests. "Awwe, you're still cute," she cooed, laughing as he glared at her from underneath dishevelled locks of blond hair.

"I hate you," he scowled playfully, attempting to fix his hair.

Bursting into a fit of giggles, Marinette kissed him on the cheek in a spur-of-the-moment decision and skipped off to the next painting.

He rushed after her, chuckling as he caught her from behind, hugging her tightly. "You missed, Dear Marinette," he smirked cockily as he saw the tips of her ears flush red.

She quickly ducked out of his arms.

"I'm afraid you'll have to be better than that if you want a proper one," she teased, a light rouge colour seemingly permanently dusted across her cheeks.

Laughing, he just grabbed her hand once again and continued around the exhibition, pointing out various details and spouting flirtatious remarks.

"Aphrodite herself couldn't compare to you," he whispered as they stopped at The Birth Of Venus.

Marinette playfully pushed him away. "You just keep getting cheesier with every one, don't you?" she giggled.

"I try," he shrugged, swinging their hands between them as they walked around, opting to avoid the extremely large crowd next to the Mona Lisa. Mainly because she couldn't stop giggling about Copycat, and Adrien's mood sobered as he remembered the lengths that one person went to because he loved Ladybug.

When they reached the end, Marinette was buzzing with excitement because everything seemed so cool, and Adrien had made her laugh until her sides hurt. She turned towards him smiling and she immediately felt a pair of soft lips against her own.

Just when she had begun to kiss back, eyes fluttering shut, he pulled away.

"You'll have to be more alert if you want a proper one," he winked as he drew his arms away from her shoulders and joined their hands together again.

"Meanie," she mock-scolded through stifled laughter, squeezing his hand companionably.

He shrugged. "I know a nice cafe around here if you're hungry," he suggested with practiced nonchalance.

"I would like that," she agreed softly.

Adrien smiled widely as he lead her over to a cute little coffeeshop. Just when they had taken their seats outside and picked up the menus, people started screaming.

"My pet's gone!"

"Mine too! She just disappeared!"

There was the sound of a child bursting into tears.

"Where's Ladybug and Chat Noir?!"

They shared an exasperated glance and got up from the table, Marinette darting into an alleyway and pulling Adrien behind her.

Here we go again.

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Alright, so that was okay. I'm happy with that.

Please tell me what you thought and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes ^_^

As always,

Thornsword