Adrien's lips were warm and soft. And somehow familiar… Marinette felt like it was a dream. A wonderful dream and she didn't want to wake up. Ever!

When Adrien broke the kiss he looked at her dreamily.

"You are a good kisser, indeed." He blurted out and she giggled.

"You kissed me because someone had sent you a message that I'm a good kisser?"

"Not 'someone' but me." He corrected her.

"But… How did you know? Assuming that I am a good kisser…" she muttered a bit confused.

"I think I kissed you when we were under the Oblivio's spell. And that e-mail was a hint to find the opportunity to kiss you again. For real."

"You kissed me to check if you were right?" she asked suspiciously.

"Honestly? No." he admitted.

"So, why do you think I'm a good kisser?" she asked the question she wouldn't ever ask him in reality, but in a dream she could do whatever she wanted, right?

"Maybe I'm not so experienced…" he lied, because he wasn't experienced at all! "But I'm deducing from that…" he hesitated and blushed. "…That I want to kiss you again…"

"And you really think it's because of my technique?" she teased him.

"Er… I don't…" he replied unsure. He knew exactly why he wanted to kiss her again, and again. And again. But he had no idea why Marinette acted so at ease. Did it mean he had made a fool of himself by kissing her? Maybe he was a terrible kisser? Maybe she had some experience so she could compare him to other boys? Maybe…? "Why? Have you practiced?" he blurted out.

"Not really… A natural talent, I guess…" she grinned. "And you? Have you already kissed anyone?" she asked him directly.

"Even if, I don't remember." He answered truthfully. "What about you?"

She blushed terribly. She didn't want to lie to him, but she couldn't tell him that she had kissed Cat Noir a long time ago… And a few days ago – even if she didn't remember that at all, this kiss was immortalised on Alya's photo, so she couldn't deny she hadn't done that either.

Adrien looked at her carefully and a shadow flashed across his face. Her blush was his answer. He reminded Luka Couffaine immediately – the boy who had been hanging around Marinette for some time. She even had asked him for that "double date" on the ice rink one day. Oh, indeed he made a fool of himself again!

Marinette noticed a change in his mood instantly. This dream was going in a wrong direction!

"Don't worry…" she whispered to herself. "It's not happening for real… I'll wake up in a moment…"

"Uhm… Marinette?" Adrien asked confused.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you going to wake up?" he asked with smile, as if he finally figured out why she was at ease.

"Er… Because it's just a dream."

"I don't think we're both dreaming…"

"What?"

"It's not a dream, Marinette. It is happening for real."

"What?! WHAT?! Does it mean…?" she looked at him in horror. "Oh no… No, no, NO! Wait… I have told you all those things for rea-real?! No, it's not happening! Wake up Marinette!" she began panicking.

"Hey, calm down…"

"Ca-Calm down?" she glanced at him. "Adrien… It's impossible!"

"What exactly?" he preferred to know for sure.

"Adrien, that's totally unacceptable. To many coincidences! It's raining, it's your mother's umbrella, you gave it to me on purpose, you ki-kissed me… You want to ki-kiss m-me more…"

"Why do you think it's unacceptable?" he asked breathless. Was she going to break his heart? After their kiss?

"It's because…" she hesitated. "Nobody is so lucky in life!" she admitted embarrassed. "Besides, I'll never look into your eyes again! Not after all those things I've just said. Not after that kiss… Forget about it!"

Adrien laughed out loud. She was adorable when she was so embarrassed. By the way he felt so relieved that she wasn't going to reject him, that he immediately embraced her and kissed again. She stiffened but melted soon after, and kissed him back.

And the rain was still pouring down.

Finally they pulled away and Marinette had to admit that looking in his eyes was too hard for her. She hid her face in his shirt and he laughed quietly.

"Seriously, you're going not to look in my eyes ever again?" he asked in whisper.

She nodded without a word.

"And you're going not to speak to me ever again?"

She confirmed by another nod.

"Well, I'll miss that…" he confessed, grinning. "I like listening to your voice. I like looking in your eyes. In fact, I like a lot of things related to you… And I like you…"

She jerked her head up and looked at him in amazement.

"Oh, you've changed your mind!" he laughed.

"What do you mean by saying you like me?" she asked.

"I like you." He repeated in a meaningful tone.

She was staring at him and processing the news. He liked her in a way she'd been liking him since forever! Apparently it wasn't a dream if Adrien had said before that they couldn't dream both. Otherwise it would be too cruel.

"And I like kissing you…" Adrien added with a smile, watching all possible emotions on her face.

"I like kissing you too." She replied. "And I like you. Like-like…" she confessed.

He looked at her carefully.

"Marinette, you are aware that you said it for real?" he asked to be sure. "And it's not a dream? And you won't wake up to forget it all?"

"I think I can deal with the consequences if you said a lot of important things as well. And for real."

She climbed on her tiptoes and kissed him. And when he broke the kiss to ask her:

"So, who have you kissed?"

She only laughed and answered in a playful tone:

"Not today, Agreste, not today. But I'll tell you some day, promise."

And she kissed him again.