Prompt: Adrienette: "I miss sleeping with you."


Marinette didn't need to look through her peephole to know who was knocking on the other side of her door. There was only one person she knew who was brave enough to risk her three-AM anger.

Wrenching open the door with a bleary-eyed scowl she didn't bother with niceties as she yanked the sheepish pajama-clad blonde out of the hallway and into her dorm room.

"Sorry," Adrien whispered, shuffling nervously in the dark as Marinette scrambled back up into her lofted bed.

She grunted before punching her much abused pillow and turning away from him to face the wall.

He sighed, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the darkened room. Alya was away for the week, he knew, which is why he'd been allowed in at all. Adrien never considered himself a coward but given the events of the last several weeks he could forgive himself a healthy dose of self-preservation in avoiding his partner's roommate.

"Are you just going to stand there all night or are you going to get up here?"

Marinette's irritated words cut through his anxious fog as he hesitated at the ladder of her bed. Swallowing, he slowly crawled up to join her, knowing that if nothing else he'd made it this far.

Still, her rigid posture was a far cry from the welcome he was used to receiving. Instead of claiming the space beside her and curling up into her back, Adrien hesitated, poised on his knees as he stared down at his lady.

Well, not his lady. Which was the problem really.

"Marinette," He said, watching carefully for any signs she was listening. "Marinette can you please talk to me."

"It's the middle of the night," She growled. "So no, actually, I can't."

"You're talking to me now."

Silence.

Adrien sighed. Crawling forward, he laid down in an uneasy line, his eyes glued to the back of her head.

"I haven't been sleeping well," He admitted, finally, when it seemed like she was determined to keep the silence. "It's not so much the nightmares now– I just…"

miss you

"... can't fall asleep."

Marinette grunted. The sound was somewhere between a snort and a scoff but its meaning was clear.

That's what you get for being an ass .

"I know," He said, softly, hesitating before reaching out to play with the ends of her hair. He could see it shine through the slats in the blinds as the light from a street lamp struggled to find its way inside. "I know."

His fingers slid through the silky, damp strands and Adrien resisted the urge to bury his face in the back of her neck completely. She smelled like soap and lavender, something he'd grown accustomed to over the last few months, and missed desperately these past weeks.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you here, Adrien?" She said, finally, still facing the wall.

There were a lot of whys that brought him to her door again tonight. A lot of apologies and long overdue confessions- a bouquet of roses, a jealous soul, and a crush burning seven-years strong. The nightmares that opened her bedroom door and their partnership that held it open even when he deserved to have it slammed shut in his face. Years of wondering, months of knowing, and weeks of agonizing that he might have gone and fucked his chances over for good.

But really, at the heart of it all, at the heart of him all

Was her.

"I'm here because you're here," He confessed into her sheets.

The room was unbearably quiet as his words hung in the air between them. Adrien hadn't exactly made a secret of his feelings for the woman beside him but he'd never spelled it out so clearly either. Or at least, not since the masks came off.

He was starting to wonder if it was a mistake coming here at all when the comforter rustled as Marinette slowly rolled to face him. Her eyes glinted in the dark, a glimmer of something burning just out of reach that Adrien longed to seize, but her mouth screwed up in irritated exhaustion kept him from pushing for more.

Marinette huffed, shaking her head before wrapping her arms around his torso to pull him in tight. Adrien returned the embrace without thought, tension he wasn't even aware of holding melting out of him as she buried her face into the fabric of his t-shirt. His heart tripped over itself with hope even as his partner's disgruntled words told him he wasn't forgiven yet.

"I missed sleeping with you too, jackass."

Adrien bit back his smile and snuggled her closer.

They could talk about it in the morning.