Marinette wasn't sure what woke her, but she had a resounding sense of unease. The first initial sense of panic started when she looked over and Adrien wasn't there. The second wave hit when Tikki flew to her obviously upset. "Tikki, what's the matter, where's Adrien?"

The concern was spread thick on the Kwami's face, "The bathroom, he got up a little while ago. I'm worried, Marinette, he ran in there and hasn't come out yet."

Marinette's heart was in her throat, she knocked on the door, "Adrien? Are you in there? Is everything OK?"

No response.

"Adrien, please answer me?"

Nothing.

"Adrien I'm coming in, I'm sorry if you aren't decent," she hesitated for a minute, then slid the door open. The sight made her knees weak, Adrien was laying on the floor, face pressed against the tile. It was obvious he had been vomiting, there were flecks of blood on the toilet seat and the tile. It took her mind a minute to comprehend the situation, but when it did she flew to his side. Kneeling beside him she slowly rolled him onto his back. Her heart leapt when he groaned, 'OK, at least he's alive,' she mentally scolded herself for thinking otherwise.

"Adrien! Adrien, can you hear me?" she cradled his head on her lap and brushed his hair out of his face. She had no clue how loud she was talking but it was somewhere between screaming and Spanish soccer announcer.

Adrien's eyes shot open and he bolted up, only to have to support himself against Marinette.

"Adrien what happened?"

"Um... I felt sick, threw up and pass out, I guess."

She sighed heavily and helped him back into the bed, covering him up and bringing him a glass of water. "I'm glad I woke up when I did."

"How did you even know where I was? I could have been anywhere."

"I umm... Intuition? Lucky guess? It doesn't matter how I found you, it just matters that I did, and obviously you haven't gotten any better. If it keeps up like this we might have to end up taking you to the hospital."

"No hospitals," he muttering looking away.

She rubbed her temples, "If it doesn't get better by tomorrow you will have to go in before you get even worse."

He avoided her gaze and nodded, turning so his back was to her.

"Adrien... I'm sorry I didn't mean to be pushy or anything. I'm just worried about you, I can't help it. Please don't be angry with me." she wasn't sure why she felt like she was just rejected, but it hurt.

"It's not you, Marinette, I just don't like hospitals. Just personal reasons, believe me, it's not you," he whispered, cocking his head so he could look at her solemn face.

She nodded and drew her legs up to her chest, for the first time since she had been there she felt like leaving.

Adrien knew the way he was acting upset Marinette. He was acting like a four-year-old who didn't want to get their booster shots, it's not like she knew or anything, all she was doing was trying to help. He turned to her, she had her legs drawn up in the chair, her face buried in her knees. He sat up and placed his hands on her shoulders, "I'm sorry, Marinette, I'm acting like a child. If I don't feel better tomorrow, I'll go, but only if you go with me."

A small smile crossed her face and she nodded, "Of course."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. One hand moved to her cheek, the other to her neck and in a split second their lips grazed. It was the lightest of kisses, but it was a kiss no doubt.

"I'm sorry... I'm not sure what came over me and I really don't want to get you sick or anything. Please forgive me," he frowned, realizing he had probably crossed some sort of boundary, he didn't even ask if he could, he just did it. What if she hated it? What if she hated him now? What if she leaves?

"I... I..." and she was gone, the bathroom door slamming behind her.

He sat still on the bed, staring at the bathroom door, regret radiated off of him in waves. 'What did I just do?'

Marinette slumped against the bathroom door, heat spread up her face all the way to the roots of her hair, while butterflies danced in the pit of her stomach. 'He kissed me. HE KISSED ME.' Internally she was screaming, she couldn't think, she could barely even breathe. 'Adrien Agreste, my lifelong crush, just kissed me, a-and I ran... I literally ran away from him. I'm stupid, so, so stupid! Marinette, what were you thinking? I'm such an idiot.' She didn't know how she could ever face him again, she acted like a baby. 'Oh Marinette, what did you do when Adrien kissed you? Oh... well I ran, I ran like a stupid baby.'

She honestly had no clue what to do now, she couldn't spend the rest of the night in the bathroom, but how could she face him after that? Any feelings he had for her were probably long gone, and now he would just see her as 'Baby Marinette' who cant even handle a simple kiss.

She suddenly heard a knock at the door, '"Marinette..."

Looking down and leaned against the door, "Yes..."

"Please come out, I'm really sorry if I pushed you too far. Please don't hate me." his words were sincere and heartfelt and she could feel the raw emotion in them.

She opened the door, her eyes raising to meet his, they were filled with sadness and regret. Flinging herself at him, she wrapped her arms around him and hid her face in his chest. She felt one of his hands on the back of her head, the other on the small of her back. It was comforting, and she felt at ease, almost confident...maybe to confident.

She slid her fingers down his back and felt him shiver and a small noise escaped his lips. Her fingers sneaking their way under his tank-top began caressing the soft skin they found. She sighed when she felt his fingers mirror her own. She leaned her chin up and he caught her lips, the kiss was gentle but intoxicating. Her body felt like it was on fire, and she pressed against him begging for more.

As the kiss deepened and fingers and hands explored, something clicked inside her head. 'This isn't right, this isn't why I'm here,' it took all the strength in her body to pull away from the warmth of his body and lips.

"Wha-"

"It's not right Adrien, this isn't why I'm here, this... as nice as it is, just isn't right."

He couldn't help but shiver as her fingers snaked their way down his sides, a mewl escaping his lips, but when her fingers finally made contact with the bare skin of his back, he felt his head spin. He looked down at her, she tiled her face up to meet his gaze, and he couldn't contain himself. He captured her lips with his, and he was drowning, this girl was going to be the death of him.

Her smell, her touch, her lips, everything about her made him want more. His body was reacting in ways it never had before, and an unfamiliar warmth was pooling in his belly. His head was spinning as their kiss deepened and her hands explored his body, and just like that, it was gone. She pulled away, he couldn't even think, "Wha-"

"It's not right Adrien, this isn't why I'm here, this... as nice as it is, just isn't right," she was pacing, obviously conflicted with the situation, she looked to him for some sort of resolve.

"We could make it right?" he blurted out, then mentally slapped himself.

"No... No Adrien, it's just... We can't. I'm sorry, and if you're feeling better I'd rather sleep on the couch tonight."

He couldn't stop her, all he could do was accept her decision, and suffer.