Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew it was going to rain tonight. She just wished that it wasn't coming down when she finally decided to head over to his place.

Grabbing an umbrella was fine, but her shoes were still wet, as were her pajama bottoms. She had to splash across the lawn that had no concrete walkway to keep dry with, cursing the soggy socks she took off once she got into his building. She tried to shake out as much water as possible, the last hour or so making her feel like she was tracking in too much water and wanting to stand in the main entrance until everything dripped off her. She didn't want to inconvenience anyone else because of her.

It was something of a comfort to open a door not her own and know it had been left open specifically for her. It made her heart flutter a little, caused the barest of smiles to her face, as she slowly swung the door open and stepped into the blackness.

There was a smell in the room that was just from Adrien having lived there for the last year. She stood there, dripping in his doorway, and taking in the unfamiliar surroundings in the dark. It was hard to see much, even though she knew exactly where the light switch was, and that threw her off-guard. This was not her room, yet it was her room, and it was possibly going to become partly her room for quite some time.

She honestly didn't know what to feel about that right now.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she shuffled past the small entryway and tossed her umbrella in the minuscule shower to let it drip without causing more of a mess. She put both shoes and socks in there as well so they didn't enlarge the puddle on his floor. Doing something she had done dozens of times, she snatched a hand towel from its spot and wiped up the entryway. She left it there for when he came back and had a place to dry his shoes without slipping on the tiles, then headed into the main area.

The regular curtains were gone, replaced with much darker, thicker curtains. She knew what they were and looked away, gripping the pillow she had brought with her. She stood there in the darkness, a crack of light only coming through, too uncomfortable in the newness of it all to be able to move around his room without him here. She knew he'd be okay with it, having invited her to sleep there, but needed to hear the words from him herself.

The sound of rain against his window was nice and it offset the original ambiance for something much more calming. She tuned in an ear and listened, letting it wash over her hearing as it did the earth and cleanse everything. The blackness of the evening, only pierced by a few outside lights here and there, kept her insecurities hidden and allowed her to slowly relax.

The longer she stood there leaning against his desk, pillow snug against her torso, the more sleep crept in and exhaustion reminded her how long of a week it had been. Her face drooped into the edge, smelling her own shampoos and detergents. She let her nose rest against the fabric, breathing in every trace of her for the solidity it provided.

At least until her body sagged just a bit.

She jolted to, shaking her head in attempt to wake up, and looked to the bed a short distance away.

You can just take refuge in my room if you don't want to sleep in yours. I won't do anything to you that you don't want.

She trusted his words, even though she knew very well that something may happen because of her or him. That was the only thing she was nervous about, but there was a thread of anticipation that she didn't mind either. Earlier, she had wanted him to do many things to her, all very delicious and enticing as she had known through that kiss. A small part of her didn't really mind, even with as horrible as the timing would have been.

She stared across the space forever, still hearing the rain and wondering if the shoot was over or if he was doing some inside shots. Was his driver taking him back right now? Was he taking the bus? Did he have his own car somewhere? So many things she didn't know about him and she suddenly feared that she had been a complete moron in this whole thing. He was practically a stranger, even if she knew many things about him from the magazines. She had jumped the gun going by base emotion alone before ever taking the time to get to know him and now ended up sleeping in his room. Not like there was anything she could do about it now, but she worried she had been too hasty and being the only one in his room wasn't helping her thought process right now.

Should she go back to her dorm for now? She could send him a text saying she didn't want to head out in the rain, but that was cowardly since she already had. She couldn't start making excuses now or she should stop this and not continue it. She remembered the eyes full of hope and how he held her with such conviction, such strength. His emotions were real and they were strong.

Forcing resolution, she pushed off the desk and went for his mattress.

The school provided beds, but that was an overstatement. They were inexpensive, single-sized mattress that the school could afford and had probably been using for a while. She didn't like her mattress and had added an extra pad to keep some of the springs from poking her while she slept. The second she plopped down on his bed though, she could tell right off that he had done away with the cheap excuse for bedding and had purchased something much better.

She took in the plush, yet firm give, a small smile coming to her. She plopped backward, suddenly realizing he must have spent quite a bit for his three years at school. The comforter was great as well and she quickly shifted to get under it. The bed was obviously cold, but the feel of everything was amazing. She smiled and burrowed underneath it, the odd happiness a basic thing to take her mind off of being in his room by herself. She pulled both legs to her chest, finding where the dip had started forming, and snuggled in it. The sound of rain kept pelting the window, slow and steady.

This place felt so outside her own, previous world and she grasped at the lack of reality she was having. The difference of this new life she was invading took away the earlier pain and brought some feeling back from the void. Laying there in total comfort, now toasty with the help of the comforter, allowed her to feel tired in a way that she had never known. Total emotional breakdown spread out on his bed and took a breather, allowing her to relax as she hadn't been able to in a long time...had probably never known. Once that feeling slid off her and she concentrated on the warmth and the rain outside, weariness clobbered her over the head and she started drifting off.

She was barely aware of light flooding in and a noise however many minutes, or hours, later that it was.

The noise tugged at her consciousness, a sense of curiosity demanding to be appeased. The click, something sounding like metal going against metal as quietly as possible, stopped as soon as it started and was gone. She mentally shrugged it off and snuggled against her pillow a little to find the heat she had lost.

Once the door went back into the frame and the night flooded the room again, it was extremely hard to see. It was the only ability to find if she had actually shown up, but the second he walked into the room and stepped on something which muted his footsteps, he knew she must be here. He never left anything in front of his door and he found she put a towel down for the water. He slid from his loafers, lips twitching at the thought, and unzipped his coat.

He hung everything up as quietly as possible and walked over the cold, but dry, floor for the main room. Darkness kept him from finding her for the longest time. She didn't even look to have set anything anywhere. He almost wondered if she even showed up, feeling slightly disappointed when that thought crossed his head.

Then her breathing finally hit his ears.

He tugged the curtains opened as much as he dared to let in a little more light so he could see her better. He kneeled in front of his bed, eyes having adjusted a little better, and stared at the back of her head. She wasn't using his pillow and she was as close to the wall as she could get so he could get in, too. His lips tilted further, lightly pressing his arms over his mattress. She was trying not to take up his whole bed and it was adorable.

With a smile, heart beating just a little faster, he stood and got ready for bed.

Heading to the bathroom to wash the gel out of his hair found an amusing surprise. He chuckled at seeing all of her things in the shower and put her shoes and socks in the sink, the umbrella joining them. He quickly washed his hair and the makeup off, drying off in the tiny space lest such a thing cause more of a situation than he wanted to deal with right now.

As much as he didn't mind it, he didn't know if she would just yet.

He made sure to shut the light off before he opened his door. He stood in the dark, letting his eyes readjust as he toweled his hair dry. He paused when he thought he heard her shift, getting the fabric out of his way when he definitely heard her move.

"I didn't mean to wake you." He murmured, stopping at the edge of the bed and looking down.

She stared up at him, heart beating much too fast at the thought of him freshly washed from the shower and standing in front of her. About ready to get into his own bed. With her in it.

She harshly swallowed and sat up, barely feeling the loss of temperature. "Your bed is...really comfy..." She mumbled, nerves attacking her. She mentally berated herself for saying that to him. She mentally berated herself for any topic that came into her head to break the silence and awkwardness.

He smiled and sat down, facing her while one hand went back to get his neck. "I know. That's what I spent the thousand Euro for."

She gawked that a bed should cost that much and wondered how many clothes she'd have to make for such a luxury. She looked down, the comforter in her fingers. "Do I want to know how much you paid for the blanket?"

He grinned and pulled it aside to get under it. "Without me sounding like a spoiled rich boy? Probably not."

Her lips twitched past the spike of nerves as he shuffled a little closer and stopped before his hip touched hers. The bed felt like a baby's crib despite it being big enough to hold the two of them somewhat comfortably.

"You got this thing really warm. It's so much better than getting into a cold bed after a nice shower." He mused, shuffling down to his pillow.

She looked down as he rested on his back, arms folded near his chest. He stared at her, merely looking at her and visa versa. She didn't know what to say that wasn't obvious nerves. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew the whole reason she was here, but his presence pushed that aside and made it very easy to forget.

Unable to not do something, she slid down to cover back up and lay facing him. He turned her way and his arm snaked across the top of the blanket to run his fingers through her hair. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long." He murmured, voice just above a whisper.

"Hmm...?" She tried to pry her eyes open from the heavenly sensations he was making. It was putting her to sleep, but it was also relaxing her and keeping her from wondering just what would happen next. "Nope. Not too long..."

He snorted in amusement, still continuing his ministrations. "That's good." He watched her eyes droop closed and try to remain open. She eventually gave in to a yawn and he followed her. "Come here..." He shifted to his back again, an arm opening in invitation.

The nerves came back with the thought of being so close to him, but she shuffled over. She didn't want to hurt his feelings by denying him already. Besides, he said so himself that they didn't have to do anything if she didn't want to. She latched onto his chivalry as his heat mingled with hers. As his arm closed her in to his side.

Her head found his shoulder as his arm settled around her back. One of her hands rested over his chest, the steady thud of his heart nice. His arms were stronger than Nathaniel's and meatier to lean on, which was better than the bony pillow she usually used to use.

The second she made the comparison, she mentally yelled at herself for starting such a thing.

"I'm glad you're with me, Marinette." He whispered, fingers stroking her arm. "I'm sorry that such a thing happened to you. Thank you for giving in to my selfishness though."

She pulled away and looked at him, brow going up. "I thought I was the really selfish one here; not you. I refused to break up with my now ex-boyfriend until I knew that I felt something, and I knew of your emotions. I came here and pretty much made out with you for my own benefit when I was still going out with him. I don't know how you're any worse than that."

His head turned to look at her, hand shifting to cup her face. "I'm also guilty, you know. I kissed you when you were still going out with him and probably put some of those ideas in your head. I gave in to my own feelings for you despite knowing exactly what your situation was. I took advantage to try and get you to react in my favor."

Her lips twitched as she shuffled back to her previous spot against his shoulder. "So we're both horrible people who deserve to be punished."

"Well...misery loves company, right?"

She quietly giggled and lightly slapped his chest. "I don't know who is keeping whom company more right now."

He smiled and returned to stroking her hair. "At any rate, I stand by my word. All of them. Thank you for taking a chance on me."

"The feeling is mutual." She mumbled, eyes closing again. Her hand patted his chest, getting his fingers entwined with hers a second later. "Now is the time for sleep. We'll talk more and do something else in the morning."

"I agree." He yawned, eyes closing. He listened to her breathing even out, felt the slight weight of her against him, the callouses of her fingers barely holding onto his much larger hand. He tried to imprint this bit of happiness as the rain added ambiance, trying to keep awake to enjoy it as much as possible, until his consciousness slipped to the void.