Well, this sucks. I have allergies and it sucks! I'm sneezing up a storm! But I'm still pushing forward!

Enjoy~!

Adrien and Marinette stepped into the latter's house, the blunette closing the door behind them. She gestured to the couch and Adrien took a seat. He glanced around the living area and smiled fondly. The only time he had been in this particular room, it was as his alter ego. Her parents were so understanding and genuinely worried for him, despite knowing next to nothing about him, superhero or not. As Adrien, he never got the chance to just sit and relax in this room. He had only ever been in Marinette's room as his model persona.

His ears picked up the sound of her descending steps, which confused him. Wasn't she in the kitchen? The only staircase in the house led to her room, so why did she need to go up to her room? When the blonde turned around, he swore his jaw hurt when it hit the floor. Marinette stood at the bottom of the stairs, wearing what he knew was his favorite outfit out of all her designs. It was the Purrincess jacket he first saw her in back when he was grounded by his father and couldn't go see her for three days. She matched it with a neon green tank top that had pawprints scattered around the bottom hem and black jean shorts with tasteful rips at the thighs. Her pink flats were replaced with black sandals, revealing the lime green nail polish on her toes.

The blunette's lips, shiny with flavored lip gloss, curled up in a saucy grin and she did a little twirl. "How do I look?"

Adrien didn't even give her a worded response. Instead, he jumped over the couch and ran to her. He placed his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers. She eagerly returned it, gently caressing his cheeks with her palms. To Adrien, Marinette was like oxygen. He didn't need anything else be to be right in the moment, their bodies flush against each other and his lips on hers. Looks like he got those strawberry kisses after all. Marinette felt the exact same way. The world seemed to disappear around them, leaving only the two lovers left.

"Ugh! Gross!" Plagg's voice suddenly piped up, scattering the illusion. "I come in to say I'm done with my cheese break and I'm subjected to your gross lovey-dovey rituals!"

"Now, now Plagg," Tikki said, floating up next to him, "I believe the phrase is 'the pot calling the kettle black.' Besides, remember all those centuries ago when you—"

"We do not speak of it!" the chaos kwami suddenly interrupted, his cheeks surprisingly turning red. "J-just do your thing and leave my past in the past!"

"Alright," Adrien answered, followed by Plagg heaving a sigh of relief, "…for now."

"Oh, come on!"

"Plagg, claws out!"

Adrien transformed into Chat Noir and held his hand out to Marinette. Marinette took it and was led up to her balcony so they could leave without keeping any windows open. It was the 21st century, filled with stealthy superheroes and rambunctious villains, so you never know what could be heading its way into your home. Chat carried Marinette Princess style across Paris, people who spotted them would swoon in awe at their cute little dynamic while the blunette could spot some girls, and even a good chunk of guys, huffing about not winning the "contest."

"Oh!" Chat suddenly exclaimed and made an unexpected stop at the Trocadéro. The pigtailed girl raised her eyebrow and looked at him with a confused expression. But he just gave her a sly grin and held up a finger; the universal sign to hold that thought. So she kept quiet and observed him, not knowing what he possibly had in store for her. Her bluebell eyes widened and she facepalmed with a silent giggle when she saw Chat head to a cart that was selling Ladybug and Chat Noir merchandise. Marinette watched as the store clerk started bouncing in place excitedly and Chat was kind enough to take a picture with her. Then she handed him a bag with whatever he was picked out—her view was blocked from her position—and he sauntered back over to his lovely girlfriend.

"Surprise!" Chat exclaimed enthusiastically, reaching into the bag.

What Marinette didn't expect was a bell collar secured around her neck and a cat ear headband placed on her head. She blinked a few times, touching the bell gently with one hand. Then that hand went to the ears. They were fuzzy like a cat's. Her bluebell eyes then trained on him, waiting for an explanation.

"I just thought they'd look cute on you," Chat explained simply, grinning ear to ear, "and I was so right."

Marinette rolled her eyes, her shoulders shaking from her giggles. "Alright, Chaton. I'll give it to you. These are kind of cute." She looked around, taking in the gentle breeze that hit her skin and delicately shook the trees. "Hey, before you take me to the next destination on your grand plan contest date, can we walk around the park a bit?"

"Of course! Besides, the final place is best at night."

Marinette learned not to question her model/hero boyfriend at this point. It felt it was in his nature to go to extreme lengths to impress her and make her happy. It was certainly nice to be treated like royalty from time to time, but she wanted to reassure him that she didn't need the grand gestures or large amounts of money spent on her to be happy. She just needed him; his very presence in her life.

The two walked side by side, not drawing too much attention to themselves. Even though Adrien wanted to be as affectionate as possible, they had agreed to keep the PDA on the down-low when only one of them was in their hero persona. The news of Chat Noir and Marinette dating was never made public, the rumors contained exclusively within the school walls. That would make the transition much easier. Adrien would ask Marinette out more publicly, she would agree (and probably mess around a bit just to make him suffer and stun everyone around them), and then they could be as sickeningly sweet with their affection in public as possible. The events of the day didn't just end with a walk in the park. Chat found Andre and they were treated to free ice cream. Chat made Marinette laugh by trying to balance a spoon on his nose. The sun began to set as the two ended up at the Pont de Arts Bridge, Chat sitting on the railing and Marinette leaning safely against it.

"Well, Princess," Chat suddenly said, holding out his gloved hand, "Are you ready for the final destination?"

She smiled and took his hand. "As ready as I'll ever be, mon minou."

Chat picked his girlfriend up princess-style. "Hold on tight, mon amour," he whispered before taking off, Marinette's arms securely locked around his neck, her bell collar tinkling softly in the night. The moon hung overheard as the hero flew through the air toward his destination.

I'm so excited for tomorrow! It's a very special day personally and it's also going to be one of my most anticipated prompts! Two good things in one! I'm just so excited! If you knew me, you'd think I was about to explode into glitter right now! Well, until tomorrow, kittens!