I swear, Alya's a good friend… it's just.. Her OTP finally got together. And when she gets excited, it's hard to keep her mouth shut.
She tires.
She really does. She doesn't mean to spill things.
The weekend was nice. Especially when his father and Natalie had a business meeting to attend in London. They'd be gone for an entire week, and Adrien had no complaints whatsoever. As long as his bodyguard had an eye on him the whole time he was gone, Adrien was finally free to do whatever he wanted, within reason.
It would be filled with nothing but hanging with his friends, date night with his girlfriend— girlfriend. Two weeks of that and it was still a bit weird, but a happy word on his tongue— just peaceful bliss…
Until the awful smell of age-old cheese assaulted his nose.
Shooting out of bed, groaning he turned to see Plagg, happily cuddling the disgusting food. In his own blissful state. "Plagg, do you really have to start with cheese right away in the morning?"
The kwami cracked one eye open before closing it and sighing. "Kid, you think females are what entails romance. You know nothing, especially when it comes to fine aged cheese." He took one large sniff that honestly made Adrien almost puke.
The look on Adrien's face of disgust was not lost on Plagg. "I bet your girlfriend is thankful that she got the better end of the deal. If she had m-"
That made Adrien's eyebrow rise in question. "What do you mean Marinette got the better part of the deal?"
He saw the moment Plagg realized what he said and he froze. "Uh, just that she probably thankful that she got the part of the deal where you're all sweet on her, while I gotta deal with the complaining that you love doing."
Adrien rolled his eyes, but nevertheless, kicked away his covers, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, stretched the tiredness from his body away and wandered over to the bathroom to get ready for meeting Marinette at the bakery.
He asked if she was willing to make homemade cookies with him, his mom always made them when they were kids. But he couldn't remember how for the life of him. It had been so many years ago when they made them. Maybe when he was five?
Small tears sprung to his eyes at the distant memory, but he quickly wiped them away. He was going to make new memories today. With Marinette, his girlfriend. Wow, that felt strange
That was still gonna take some time to get used to, but definitely not unpleasantly so.
It became hard to brush his teeth with how large his smile was taking up the space on his face. Turning off the water, he ran to get his bag and make sure that he had Plagg's cheese and some homework if the two decided to do a little while they waited for the cookies to well, cook.
He had to push away Plagg's words, because no matter what, he knew there was something.
He almost skipped to the bakery.
He just couldn't help it. Knowing where he was going, who he was going to. Knowing that real smiles would be there to greet him— sometimes, Tom even gave him hugs if he thought Adrien needed them; which was almost all the time— it was a good feeling that settled in his stomach.
Opening the door to the bakery, he was immediately met with the smell of warm, fresh baked sweets. Upon further inspection, he found his Marinette and her parents doing some work behind the counter— Marinette and her dad were rolling out some dough while her mom was manning the register.
The second her eyes landed on him, she wiped her hands off on her apron as best she could and bounded over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Hey, you."
He returned a kiss of his own to the crown of her head as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hey, you ready for today?"
She laughed as she lets her arms fall back to her sides. "Of course. Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
He smirked in reply before turning his attention on her parents. "Good morning, Tom, Sabine. I apologize for not saying hello right away."
Sabine waved him off like it was nothing. "It's nothing, dear. We were in your shoes once too, you know. We know what it's like to be young and in love."
They both blushed at the implications, but didn't say anything. They smiled tentatively out of the corner of their eyes. Feeling bold after such an implication, Adrien brushed his fingers gently against hers, which she accepted right away.
"So," Marinette said, trying to break the awkward air. He found the squeak in her voice to be adorable. "You ready to learn how to make cookies?"
"I'm already rolling in anticipation."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Hot Stuff."
That gave him pause as they were making their way to the kitchen, eyes heavy with wonder at the thought. "You know, now that I think of it, if you've had a crush on me for so long, what made you really start calling me hot stuff?"
Marinette's eyes bulged out of her head. "That's for me to know, and hopefully for you never to find out."
He pulled her close, nothing but the smirk dancing on his face. Y'know, I could just ask Alya. I'm sure she'd know…." His words ended in an innocent whistle.
The lids of her eyes dropped halfway in a deadpan expression. "You wouldn't dare."
They didn't notice her parents quietly leaving the room.
Adrien booped her nose. "You never know, Mari. Maybe it'll give me an idea on a unique nickname just for you."
"Why do I like you again?" She teased, poking him in the chest before leaving to get the flour from a high shelf.
He followed her, grabbing her by the waist to hoist her up so she had easy access and to make sure she didn't hurt herself. "Because I did a big grand, romantic gesture by giving you my umbrella-"
"One that you didn't even know you were doing, nor did you know the aftermath of what it did to me for almost a year."
Once she had the flour in her hands, he lowered her down. "Pff. Semantics. Still got you to fall for me."
He batted his eyelashes at her, and if this was months ago, she would've been incoherent of speech and quite possibly melt into a puddle of goo.
Thankfully, that wasn't the case anymore, and while she may stutter and blush just a bit when he turned his flirting up to a hundred, she was definitely more confident to speak and fight back.
Setting the flour on the counter and picking out other tools and ingredients that she needed, she hummed in thought. "Hm. Maybe I need to rethink my life choices." The teasing of her words left a smirk on her lips as she eyed her boyfriend.
Said boyfriend gasped in mock hurt. "Mari, how could you ever say that? I thought I was the buttercup to your lotus flower?"
Marinette's expression fell flat. "How much did she tell you?"
He shrugged. "Only about that. Plus, it was honestly a slip up. She's still feeling bad about blurting out your crush on me. Although…. Now I really need to see what else you've been hiding from me? Why do I have the feeling this is gonna be fun to uncover?"
Instead of answering the teen, she unclipped the bag of flour, taking a decent size amount in her hands, and flinging the flour onto the model, coating his entire face— and some hair— in white powder.
She fell back against the counter as she began to laugh uncontrollably while he sputtered out the flour that got caught in his mouth.
As soon as he rubbed the baking ingredients away from his eyes, they narrowed in playful anger. But that went unnoticed by her laughter. Seeing her guard down, he smiled mishfly. Closing the small distance, he grabbed her by the waist, taking the flour from the bag and dumping his own fair amount on her head.
The second it registered what happened, determination took a strong hold of her, eyes scrunched in a challenge. "Oh. Oh, no. You did not just do that."
He could hear the cockiness flow from his mouth. "And if I did?"
"Run."
So, he did: taking off like a bat out of hell. Because he knew how scary his girlfriend could be. If these past couple weeks taught him, it was that if you messed with Marinette, you better hope you have good life insurance.
Which made it all the more fun to goad her.
Soon enough, he was pinned to the floor, both hands locked under hers, legs on either side of his chest, and both were panting heavily from the wild chase. They'd been laughing, if not for the fact they needed to catch their breath.
As they were both coming back to reality, Adrien took a moment to just study her. Her peaceful ocean blue eyes, the light freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose, and soft pink lips parted slightly as she gasped for air.
He was a goner. Goodbye.
Give Ladybug his regards and make sure Plagg got all his cheese supplies and that he had a nice new owner. Because he was dead.
How did he not notice this girl? Where was his head? Up his behind maybe? That sounded like a plausible answer.
"Ahem."
They broke apart quicker than lightning, staggering to their feet at the sight of her parents standing off to the side with their arms crossed over their chest, matching knowing smirks on both faces.
When had they come back?
Marinette was the first to speak. "Maman, Papa. Sorry, we…. Got carried away."
Sabine chuckled at her daughter, moving forward to place her hands on her shoulders, eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's alright, dear. Food fights are just part of baking. If you aren't making a mess, you aren't putting your heart into it, even if you haven't started yet."
Adrien smiled, going to move to the washroom just down the hallway. "I'm gonna wash up before we start."
Tom stopped him before he could go any further. "Don't worry about that, son. You'll likely get dirty again anyways. Baking can be a mess."
Adrien nodded and went back to Marinette's side, pressing a soft kiss to her check. He followed her lead as she told him the basic go around of what ingredients went where and what made an honest good cookie.
He… fumbled a bit at first, but where he slacked, Marinette made up for and vice versa. Like when she couldn't carry all the baking trays— four to be exact— and he took the metal tins with ease from her arms. When he couldn't get the measurements, she patiently showed and poured the right centiliters.
Soon enough, they were working fluidly together. They worked around each other in sync. He knew her steps and she knew his. It was a bit weird if he was being honest, seeing as they had been only dating for a couple weeks, but chalked it up to just having a good foundation in place with their friendship.
But he couldn't deny how… familiar it felt as they moved around each other.
Maybe he was just overthinking things.
Before he knew it, the cookies were done, laid to be cooled— which during that time he and Marinette did get some history done, with maybe a few kisses snuck in between— and then frosted.
They were just putting the finishing touches on frosting the cookies when Adrien poked her forehead out of nowhere. With a cookie in one hand, and the frosting knife in the other, she shot him a playful glare. "What're you doing, dork?"
He smiled innocently. He placed the cookie he had just finished in front of her, silently asking her to take a first bite of a batch that he had done entirely by himself, to which she did without question and a happy little moan when sweetness hit her taste buds.
As she pulled back from the treat, she gave it a little push towards his own mouth, saying, "You should try it."
Instead of taking a bite, he looked between her and the cookie, something cooking in his eyes. Without warning, he moved past the cookie, cupping her face— gosh, did she love when he did that— and kissed her soundly on the lips.
He pulled back just an inch, where she could still taste the mint from his breath and smell the of his cologne. "Y'know, I think I found your nickname."
Still a bit dazed from the kiss, she whispered, "What's that, hot stuff?"
He kissed her again, this time, lingering just a bit, swiping his tongue lightly across his lower lip.
"Sweet tooth."
I'm a fluff person, okay!? Don't judge! XD Ugh, I am soooo happy we got to this point. Writing them as friends just killed me.
I do apologize for any cavities you may receive from upcoming chapters. If my little shipper heart comes out, just know its hard to contain.
Edit; I fixed a few misspellings. Thank you Mayurlover.
