Adrien kissed me.
Those words went around in Marinette's mind as they skated, and she put everything she couldn't yet say to him into their movements. Her fears, her frustrations at always stuttering in front of him, her leftover mistrust of skating—she burned it all and thrust it away. A smile crept onto her face as she moved with him, and crept onto his face too. He didn't know yet if he would ever kiss her again, but they had this, this inexplicable, exhilarating connection. It was as familiar as fighting with Ladybug, but he wore no mask, and Marinette glided into his hands, Adrien's hands, for nothing but the beauty of the moment they shared.
They spun in unison—he circled her, he twirled her, she made as if to leave him but—in Adrien's favorite part—he grasped her hand and she snapped back like a rubber band, to drape into that final dip.
She felt their chests heaving, their bodies taught with that movement. His green eyes glowed down at her, full of feeling but with that steadiness that made her want to skate so long ago at the lake. The fear was gone; only fire and certainty burned in her chest. Marinette brought her hand to the nape of his neck, fingering his hair. Her stomach swooped as she pulled him to her kiss, trembling and soft.
Adrien wrapped his arms tight around her to keep from floating away.
When she drew back, he sighed as he watched her blue eyes flutter open and meet his, a smile playing on her lips. He smiled back.
"No, thank you."
She laughed and he pulled her to her feet, as a slow, derisive clap echoed over the rink.
"Well isn't this just precious."
Marinette stiffened at the cold, mocking voice.
"Michel."
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ooooh cliffhanger! sorry not sorry .
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