Antoher oneshot I wrote, because I was having a bad day and wanted to write some OaT related fluff. Pleas enjoy.
"Look at her..."
Marinette groaned and pulled the pillow over her head.
"I would die for her."
She wondered if ignoring him would make him shut up and crawl in bed.
"I would kill for her."
"Oh no you won't." She rolled over and sent her pillow flying at his face.
Naturally he caught it before it could make contact with nose of his mask. Denied even the satisfaction of hearing it hit his stupidly handsome face.
"Either way, what bliss."
"You shut up. It's too early to place what movie you're quoting at me." She buried her face in the other pillow and dragged the comforter up around her shoulders. It was still early, couldn't have been later than 5am. What was the point of taking a day off if she couldn't even sleep in and enjoy it?
"Dude, just let her sleep."
Chat's playful chuckle moved from the doorway, and even though she couldn't hear his footsteps, she still felt the edge of the bed depress when he sat down.
"Who the hell are you even talking to?"
"I'm video chatting with Lahiffe. We were admiring your angelic form while you slept."
"I was not! I promise you Marinette, I had my eyes closed the entire time. I may be single right now, but I'm not a creeper like your catsonova here."
"Why are you video chatting in my room..." she reached out and checked her cell on the nightstand. "At 5:37 A—fracking—M?"
"It was a voice chat, and it started out in the living room," Nino defended. "We were going over the some number's in one of Gabriel's company accounts and why they are suspicious given where he was supposed to be two months ago. About three minutes into the conversation, Master Thief here stopped paying attention and turned on video to ogle at you."
"Why are you in that suit? Please tell me you weren't breaking into someplace tonight."
"Reconnaissance," Chat explained. "I was on a roof spying on a party for Lahiffe."
Satisfied with that answer she turned her attention back to the issue at hand, "I could have been naked, Adrien."
She heard the thud of one of his soft-soled boots hitting the floor. It was soon followed by another. "Nonsense," Chat hummed, a clicking sound alerting her that he'd unbuckled his belt. "You only sleep naked after I've thoroughly ravaged your body."
"That's it, I'm out. You two have a nice weekend together. Say hello to Isabelle for me."
With that the phone suddenly beeped, signaling that Nino had hung up.
Marinette heard the clatter of tools as Chat laid his belt down on the second nightstand.
"Where is my little Bell anyway?"
She rolled over to face him, and followed his gaze to the little toddler sized bed on the other side of the room. There was something wordless written on his face as he stared at the bed, his eyes eventually wandering away to survey the confines of the rest of the crowded bedroom. Eventually he settled on her and his expression softened, the look from before giving way to smoldering appreciation.
"She stayed the night with my Mama and Papa. Mama is supposed to bring her by at noon so she can spend the rest of the day with you." Marinette noted the flickering of relief that flashed behind his eyes and she had a inkling it had to do with Félix.
"Good, I brought her a present." He peeled the mask off his face, scrubbing some of the adhesive residue with his sleeve.
Marinette had to stifle a chuckle at the black make-up still painted around his eyes. "You know you don't have to buy her affection with extravagant presents, Adrien. She'll warm up to you just as long as you keep spending time with her."
Adrien released a suffering sigh, and his whole posture seemed to crumple in on itself. "Speaking of extravagant things..."
"Please tell me you didn't get her something ridiculous," she groaned and buried her face back in the pillow, "again."
"No, no," Adrien assured, unbuckling his cuffs and pulling off his gloves. "Well, nothing too ridiculous."
"Chat."
"This is about you actually." He seemed to dither for a moment grasping at words before adding in a lower tone. "...about us."
She took a sharp breath, and against her sensible side her mind started jumping to all the possible possibilities.
"I want to buy you a bigger place. A much bigger place. ...With me—Or without me," he quickly added. "It doesn't have to be with me. I just want you and Isabelle to have your own rooms, and bathrooms, and sewing room, and—"
"Wait wait wait." Marinette cut off his rambling. "Are you asking me to rent a place with you?"
"Well I already bought it." He said sheepishly.
"What do you mean bought? You bought us a house?"
"Well I'm not disgustingly rich anymore," he lamented. "So you'll have to settle for a mansion... made of smaller mansions."
"Chat—fucking—Adrien Agreste!"
"One of your more forbidden fantasies I'm sure," he grinned devilishly.
She sat up and socked him in the ribs.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He playfully threw up his hands and flinched away from her fist in case she tried to strike him again. "It's a condo actually. The whole 12th floor. I own the building, but it's under one of Félix's pseudonyms, so my Father doesn't know its associated with me. It's got a personal elevator that leads straight down to a private parking garage."
Marinette sat back in shock and attempted, and failed, to process this information.
"I understand if you don't want to live with me, and I accept that. I don't want to guilt you into it. Please," he said with complete sincerity. "I just want to do something nice for you and Isabelle. I know you've never accepted anything from me, but I promise you this is a gift paid for with honest money. I just—"
She cut him off, taking a fistful of his ridiculously long hair and yanking him in for a searing kiss.
The tension in Adrien's shoulders dissolved like cotton candy in a river, and with a starved groan he melted into her body.
Her other hand gripped the side of his face, thumb brushing his ear piercing, and he cupped her hand with his own. He pressed her further into the blankets, kissing her until the breath ran thin in his lungs. His mind racing from lack of oxygen or excitement, he didn't care which.
He broke away to whisper against her lips, "Please tell me that was a 'yes' kiss and not an 'I'm so angry at you I can't speak' kiss."
To those of you who keep asking: No, I am not writing a sequel to OaT detailing how they catch Gabriel. I am not smart enough or clever enough to write some epic battle of the minds between Chat, Gabriel, and interpol. I do not know enough about how foreign police forces operate, or how criminal syndicates operate. I just could not deliver a story that was satisfying or believable.
I wrote OaT to be a romantic character piece about Marinette and Adrien, not some epic crime drama thriller. Im sorry if thats disappointing to some of you.
I'm sorry I'm not a clever enough writer to deliver you the kind of story you want. And I'm not saying this to make anyone feel bad. I just feel bad, because so many people want me to write this thing that im not capable of accomplishing.
