Chapter 3: Have we danced before?

When Marinette was in front of Alya, a leg slipped in front of hers and before she knew it, she tripped again.

And fell.

Right onto Adrien's lap.

His arms wrapped around her as he caught her, a sly smile on his lips. Their noses mere inches apart, his emerald green eyes burned into her blue sapphires. »I told you.« He whispered quietly into her ear and Marinette's breath hitched.

That's when Alya cleared her throat and Marinette's head snapped up. She giggled nervously as she pulled away from Adrien and got off his lap. »I'm so sorry Adrien. I guess you were right.« She giggled nervously and Adrien chuckled as he helped her stand. Alya shook her head. »Girl, girl, girl. I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. You are clumsier than a baby giraffe.« Adrien and Nino laughed, while Marinette lightly hit Nino on the head as she sat down again. »Hey! You said you believe in me.« Nino chuckled and ruffeled Marinette's hair. »I'm sorry Mari, I didn't mean it. Please don't hold it against me.« Marinette smoothed her hair as she glared at Nino. »Yeah, like I believe you.«

The group talked a bit more about the competition. When they were done Marinette excused herself, still needing to work on a dress at home and left.

Marinette sighed as she walked home. She'd been thinking about what she'd agreed to that day.

She kicked off her heels as she walked into her apartment, locking the door and throwing her bag onto the couch. She made her way into her kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. She sat down on the balcony and Tikki jumped onto her lap, meowing for attention. Marinette absentmindedly stroked the cat as she watched the sunset. She took another sip of wine. »However am I going to dance with Adrien, Tikki?«

Apparently next week was going to prove her wrong.

It had been four weeks since Marinette had started taking hip hop classes.

She was doing really well, memorising all of the moves and preforming them with feeling, it all came so naturally to her that she didn't quite understand where it was all coming from. Alya reasured her she was just a natural.

Marinette enjoyed dancing much more than she thought she would. And she also oggled her teacher more often than she probably should. But it wasn't like he was making it easy for her, sending her dazzling smiles. He even winked at her the last few times at the end of class and she swore she saw him smirk as she got all flustered. He teased her last time as she left about it. He nicknamed her Princess, because she'd worn a shirt that has princess writen on it.

So now she'd decided to start playing his game.

She looked herself over one last time in the mirror, before quickly petting Tikki and then hurrying to her Monday hip hop lesson.

As she walked into the changing rooms she was already late and quickly took off her jacket and changed her shoes, hurrying into the studio.

She got there before class, thankfully and set down her water on a chair just as Adrien called for everyone to sit and confirm they were here.

But as her blue eyes caught his green ones and she saw his only for a second as he stared at her, she knew she was going to regret her life choices.

She hadn't meant for it to be sinfull. She really hadn't.

When she put on the white, see-through T-shirt over her hot red sports bra, she'd thought of it as a joke. Something to tease him.

But she knew now. She knew the second she felt his eyes burning into her. It had been sinful.

Marinette sat down and bit her lower lip as she avoided Adrien's gaze. She saw how he finally tore his eyes away from her to look at his computer and check names. God, what had she done?

The class warmed up and Marinette often caught Adrien's eyes. She knew she'd made a mistake before she'd met his burning gaze. But then his eyes caught hers and she glimpsed a spark in his green irises. She'd blushed and hid her face in her hair, which she'd left down that day, another part of her plan. A plan she was regreting.

»Alright class. I thought perhaps today we could do something different.« Adrien spoke up and snapped Marinette out of her thoughts. Everyone looked over to their teacher and gathered around, sitting down on the floor.

»So...« Adrien started. »Am I right in assuming that some of you are interested in joining the upcoming Hip hop competition?« There was a louder than usual chorus of an enthusiastic 'of course'. Adrien smiled. »Well, since it'll be a group and pair competition, next to the solo part of course, I thought maybe we could practice in pairs. Is that okay with you all?« The class cheered and Adrien continued. »Alright, let's see how many of you there are...Two, four...fifteen...One of you would be without a pair...hmm...« He looked over the classroom before his eyes landed on Marinette and a spark glinted in his eyes. »Okay...If anyone has already assembled into a group, please pair with someone from your group. And the rest of you pair together. Marinette, you can pair with me, since we're in a group together. Now no one should be without a pair. Everything okay?« There was a hum of approval. »Alright, take a quick brake for water and then we'll start.«

Marinette took a quick drink of water, before turning back to the mirror. She looked at herself. Her dark hair was loose, falling over her shoulders. Her T-shirt had small black loopy text on the front, but it was see-through, so her hot red bra stood out under the white fabric. She had black tights on, that complimented her bra. It seemed so familiar. That was when she thought of something. There was no reason not to try out a dance choreography in a dance studio right? So, she let herself move on memory. Her foot slipped into a natural slide, her hands in postition. Soon she was going through a choreography that she remembered as clearly as Alya's brithday date. When she finished the last step she took a deep breath.

She shook her head as she snapped out of a sort of daze. Her thoughts in a haze, she looked up into the mirror, no one had noticed her short preformance. She sighed. Thank god. But then her eyes caught green ones staring back at her, burning into her, demanding attention. Adrien stared back into her eyes for a few moments as they held gazes in the mirror, then he looked away.

»Okay! Let's start.« Adrien said and the class took some positions.

In about ten minutes the class had learned a small choreography, each person on their own at first and now they were joining into pairs. Adrien smiled as Marinette walked to his side. »Now, we've learned the choreography, try to go through the steps with your partner, together. Now you should touch or be touching often and move together, so that it really is a pair choreography. Understood?« There was a chorus of yes and Adrien turned on the song What you came for and everyone started.

»Isn't this a nice chance to practice, Princess?« Adrien asked Marinette quietly as they slowly moved to the instrumental intro of the song. »It is.« Marinette confirmed, her blue eyes finding his as his green ones found hers. »Care to dance with me?« She asked him, a shy smile grin on her face. He grinned slyly back, leaning forward. »Why I thought you'd never ask.« That was when his hand grasped hers and he pulled her against him, leaving her stunned as he moved in a choreography similar to the one she'd danced shortly before, during their break. Before she knew it happened, she found her footing in his moves and they stepped together, in sinch. She remembered steps, she hadn't even known she could do a few moments ago. But that wasn't where her mind was. Her mind was in the music. Her eyes locked with Adrien's as they moved. She pushed away from him, escaping his grasp, teasing him as he slid back next to her and moved around her. She side steped him when he was behind her, leaning into his space teasingly. He leaned back, before brushing his nose against hers, teasing back as it was his turn to push her ground, even though in this choreography it was clear that her role led his. He gripped her hands with his as he pulled her closer and she obliged for just a second, before wrapping her arms around his neck as she slightly slid between his legs and his arms wound around her waist, holding her up in a dip.

Their eyes were still locked by the time the music faded down and they were both panting. Their noses were brushing, eyes half-lidded as they panted. One of his hands had somehow slipped into her hair as did one of hers into his hair.

Marinette couldn't see anything but his green eyes as she tried to remember anything about where she was, anything at all. She felt as though she was caught in a memory again, even though this was clearly happening now. Ally she could remember was one thing.

»Chaton...« She breathed quietly, so quietly only Adrien could hear as his eyes flew wide open.

A.N:

What is this? The chapter I promised?

Why yes, yes it is, dear readers. I hope you enjoy. I also corrected the last chapter so it's a bit easier to read. Nothing important though, you don't need to read it again.

Thank youfor all your lovely reviews and the small critisism, it helped me make the last chapter better.

I hope to read some new reviews with this chapter, but for now Dream on!

Timisa