Author's Notes: HAHAHAHAHAHA I DID THE THING. ENJOY!

Chapter 26

There was a stretch, yawn, and a satisfied sigh from the small half-Asian girl curled up in the side of the blonde man next to her. Marinette woke pleasantly. Her face was plastered against his shoulder (which made her glad she was the first one up) but she hadn't drooled on him nor did it look like she managed to do anything else that would have been embarrassing. She did watch him for a bit though. Mari leaned over him; her eyes traveled across his face, taking in the soft flushed color of his skin, the way his hair curled in all directions just like Chat's, the rosy color of his lips, and the way his chest rose and fell evenly. She smiled softly. Really, she could stay there all day and watch him sleeping peacefully.

That wasn't to be of course. She grunted softly as she started to crawl out of the warmth that was Adrien's arms as she shuffled off quietly for the bathroom. Once done, she returned, climbing back where she came from. He took a deep breath and moved to hug her closer. He smiled brightly though his eyes remained close; she made a face and poked his nose playfully. "If you were awake, you could've told me."

"I just woke up. My side got rather cold. It was bothersome." He opened one eye to stare at her. It twinkled with mischief and she leaned up to hold herself above him. Her hair, which she'd taken out of her pigtails in the bathroom, fell over her shoulder, gently brushing his shoulder and neck. He swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry I made your morning miserable," she breathed.

"I didn't say miserable. Best morning I've ever had in my opinion." He reached up and cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed gently back and forth across it and under her eye. She leaned in closer to him. Their lips were just centimeters away from touching.

"Hmmm I don't know," she teased, "I think it could be better."

"Got something in mind?"

"I might. Considering we didn't get a chance to do this last night."

"My lady, all you had to do was ask." She kissed his nose.

"Nah. I was too busy being dorkified last night."

"Marinette?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Shut-up." Adrien gently pulled her down the rest of the way, tired of waiting for her to get on with it. Their lips met softly. His hand moved from her cheek to the back of her head where he took a small fistful of her hair, gently of course. Marinette placed her hands on either side of his face, leaning in to him and leveraging her small frame on his shoulder to hold herself up better. They pulled back a couple of times. They returned each time more desperate than the time before until their kisses were nothing but roughness and heat, each breath mingling together, their tongues dancing once more, before they pulled apart for the last time and she dropped back to laying on his shoulder, releasing a happy sigh. Adrien shifted, his arm tightening around her shoulders again. Neither of them wanted to move but they knew they were going to have to at some point. Marinette traced lazy lines up and down his chest. "Say, Mari? Why don't we go on that date today?"

She looked up at him. "Oh?" He smirked in return.

"Yeah. I promised to take you before the ball and today seems to be better than any other day. It's Saturday, there's no school, plus Alya and Nino won't be the wiser so the risk of… on-lookers will be greatly lower." She giggled.

"Oh come on. They aren't that bad." He only raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay so they are a little bit bad. I'm blaming that on Alya more than Nino though."

"I second that." She shifted again, this time sitting up. He followed suit; only he brushed the hair out of the way and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. She stretched again.

"So hotshot. What'd you have plan for this date?"

"Tut-tut Marinette. If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Are you using my own words against me?"

"That I am my lady." She smacked his shoulder. He responded by grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap; she giggled and kicked her legs a bit.

"Adrien Agreste! Let me go!"

"Nope. No way." He squeezed her middle a little tighter. "You're mine." His face erupted into red as the words left his mouth and he hid himself away in her neck. She froze in his arms. He wondered if he over stepped his boundaries, the thing he had been so worried about crossing the previous week, after he'd finally gotten the chance to kiss her outside of the mask.

Suddenly, she was turning. No longer hesitant or stiff in his arms, she felt warm and soft instead as she twisted enough to reveal his face to her; now he was the one avoiding eye contact. Marinette kissed his exposed temple. "Yours. I like the sound of that."

His head shot up so fast she was worried he'd broken his neck. His eyes were wide, mouth open a bit. "Wh-what?" She giggled, stroking his hair.

"I said, I like the sound of being yours."

"Then you… and I…?"

She giggled again before kissing his cheek and poking his nose. "Silly kitty. You have to actually ask the question before I can give an answer." He took a deep breath to calm himself. His arms came from around her waist to let her turn and face him better, her legs immediately straddling his hips. His eyes took inventory of her face. There was no teasing in her eyes, no sign of her joking or pulling a prank, or really, her going back on her words. She meant everything she said. She really did want this. He breathed again. Grabbing a hand, he brought the back of it up to his lips.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng," he breathed slowly, "will you be my girlfriend?" Her face brightened almost instantly.

"Of course I will," she breathed, pulling him in for another kiss.

Neither of them saw or heard the soft, happy giggles coming from the entrance to her room nor did they hear the retreating footsteps of her parents as they went down to start breakfast.