"You don't have to pay me. I'll gladly make you something." She smiled and pulled out her sketchbook from her bag and sat at the kitchen table next to Adrien. "Alright. Ready." She held her pencil at the ready to draw what he was thinking of.

"I was thinking of a leather jacket." Adrien rested his head on his hand and watched her.

"Okay." Marinette began to sketch out a male form to place the clothing on. "Zippers? Collar? Pockets? Lapels?" She looked over at him.

"Zipper down the middle. High collar. Zippered diagonal pockets on each side." He pointed to his sides. "No lapels. And I want the zipper pull to be a bell."

"A what?" Marinette's eyes flew wide.

"A bell." Adrien rubbed the back of his neck.

"Alright." Marinette began to sketch out a jacket that contoured to his muscles. One that would be breathable and comfortable to move in. "Pants?"

"Leather. Skinny. Form fitting." Adrien looked at her with darkening eyes.

Marinette's mouth went dry at the image in her mind of him in pants that contoured to his body. She began to sketch out the pants. "Like that?"

"Purrfect." Adrien purred at her.

She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. "And… accessories?"

"Cat ears and a leather tail that is also a belt." Adrien looked over her drawing and the expression on her face.

"Cat ears? Tail belt?" Marinette squeaked.

"Mm-hm." Adrien nodded with his eyes closed.

"Mask?" Marinette forced the word out somehow.

"Like the black one, but in white." Adrien leaned on his arm and looked at her intently.

"So the color we're going for is all white?" Marinette made a note next to the design.

"Yep." Adrien smiled at her.

"Shoes?" Marinette looked back at her design.

"Boots that can have the pants tucked into them." Adrien couldn't handle her reaction. The way she shifted in the chair and the way she bit the end of her pencil. How her thighs rubbed together. He pinched the eraser on her pencil and leaned into her ear. "You keep acting like that-"

Marinette turned to look him in the eye. "And you'll what? Make me have a reason to act this way? It appears you're doing a fine job of that already, Chat- Blanc." Marinette let his new name slowly fall from her lips with heavy lids. "I'll work on this design right away." She swung around in the chair and got up before leaving out the door and to her apartment to make it for him.

"Damn." Adrien ran a hand through his hair and smirked.

Marinette sat in her room and tried to think of how to start the project. She knew she should have taken his measurements, but he was so damn distracting. She had just needed to get out of there. She wanted one moment that wasn't tainted by his scent and the way he carried himself. Ever since his leg had healed he'd become cockier and more like Chat again. She missed Adrien. The old one . The one that went to the store with her and wanted her to stay with him. The one that romanced her. She hadn't seen that side of him in a while and she missed it.

She looked over the design he wanted and a part of her didn't want to make it. It looked like something she would only want her eyes to see him in. Her heart hurt at the thought of millions of girls seeing him in such a revealing outfit. She bit her lip and laid down on her bed. She'd sleep on it and decide what to do in the morning.

Right as she closed her eyes, her phone made the sound of an incoming text. She rolled over and grabbed her phone to see Adrien's name pop up.

I'm sorry. I feel like I may have pushed you away.

Marinette rolled her eyes.

No, it's okay. I just needed to breath.

Adrien cringed at the text, laying on his bed.

Too much?

Marinette bit her lip and hovered her fingers over the keyboard.

A little.

Adrien sighed and flung his hands to his eyes, dropping his phone onto his stomach. He felt like he had been doing what he was supposed to. I mean all the movies he had watched had showed him woman liked to be seduced. That extravagant flirting was a good thing. That was all he knew. Romance from films. He hadn't had much experience in the romance department. Sure girls loved him and dropped at his feet, but he had never gone past that, romantically. Other than the couple times after his father's fashion shows when he had gotten lucky at the after parties.

Adrien? You okay?

He removed his hands, picked up his phone, and looked at the incoming text.

Yeah. I'm okay.

He really wasn't, but he didn't want to bother her more than he already was.

I never asked. What genre of music are you doing?

Adrien hovered over the keyboard and bit his tongue.

I was going with more of an electric vibe.

Marinette about dropped her phone at the sight of the text.

Are we talking retro rock or…

Adrien sighed before he answered her.

More like… Maroon 5.

Marinette looked at her phone in shock. It wasn't like his old stuff. His old stuff was hard and filled with negative concepts and covers.

That's different.

Adrien bit his thumb and scrolled up and down through the conversation before he answered her.

I wanted the music to be different from Chat Noir. Makes it harder to be noticed.

Marinette smiled at her phone.

Can't wait to hear your new stuff, Adrien.

Adrien smiled and his body relaxed. Her approval was the most important thing to him.

I miss you in my bed.

The text was out before he could even stop it.

Marinette looked at the text and her mouth ran dry again.

I meant. I miss sleeping with you. It's easier to fall asleep when you're next to me. I didn't mean… nvm. I'm not helping myself any here.

Marinette looked the the big block of text and giggled with her hand over her mouth.

I miss sleeping next to you too. But this small break is good. I want to make sure I get this design right for you. Plus I have a meeting with your father in the morning. Last minute meeting.

Adrien looked at her text in surprise. "A break?"

A break?

Marinette cringed at the text.

I just want to focus on this design, Adrien. I need to focus on it. It's too revealin…

Marinette erased the last fraction of a sentence and retyped it.

I do need you to send your measurements. I forgot to take them while I was at your place.

Adrien flipped through his phone and looked for a text he had had from telling someone else his measurements and forwarded it to her.

Thank you again, m'Lady.

Good-night, Adrien.

Marinette put her phone down and rolled over and tried to sleep. Adrien set his down too and tried to fall asleep.