A/N: Hello, hello, hello! I hope you have enjoyed our journey this far and continue to stick around! Up next is a fluff piece involving tantalising lips and seemingly never-ending dancing!

Please note that Marinette and Adrien are both around 18 in this one shot and Marinette is an intern at Gabriel.

Enjoy!


The soft music fluttered into Marinette's ears and out the other, her body slightly swaying to the music as she watched numerous other people waltz.

Her gloved hands swept away a piece of stray hair as she smoothed down her mask, a beautiful rose-pink mask embroidered with black. Her gown, a matching rose-pink silk dress covered in jet black embroidery with a bodice strung with faux pearls, twirled with her form as she brang a glass of champagne up to gloss-covered lips.

The champagne glass she had recently brought up to her lips, now stained with red lip gloss marks, left her feeling a bit dazed as she turned her head to the new arrival, "Now, what would a beautiful Lady in Pink be doing here all by herself? Surely you would much rather dance, Mari."

Marinette tilted her head to the side, displaying a healthy expanse of neck, and -- with an alcohol induced sort of courage -- she lifted her head up to whisper to the oh-so-familiar face of her long time crush, "But my dear Adrien," she purred, her azure eyes gleaming in the chandeliers light, "Surely you would realise that every 'Lady in Pink' needs her Prince in White? Because not just anyone can win the opportunity to dance with me, y'know."

Bringing her hands up, she straightened his snow-white mask embroidered with a peridot green thread and brushed away strands of his hair, her fingers lingering on their way back.

Clearing his throat, he stepped back as he bowed and extended his hand, lifting his eyes to meet her own, "Well then, I hope I am worthy enough to be able to win your favour." He asked, his eyes dancing with teasing mirth.

Marinette in turn extended her gloved hands, gently resting them in his palm as she replied to his remark, "We will decide that once we have seen your dancing skills put to the test." She returned, pulling him to the dance floor as he rested a tentative hand on her waist, the soft music pulling them into a trance as they danced.

As they swept across the room, they stilled at the unexpected pauses of the music, turning into life-size statues as they played a game of musical statues with each other.

The more they danced, the more enthralled they got with each other, hair and skirts spinning with each twirl Adrien implemented on Marinette.


Adrien was quite alarmed at the moment. With each dance he took Marinette on -- it was somewhere near his sixth or seventh one now -- he noticed how tantalising she looked.

With stylishly messy hair, a sweetheart neckline strung with faux pearls and her sweet gloss-covered lips, he found it hard to not grab her hand and disappear where they wouldn't be disturbed.

However, as much he wanted to steal her away, he couldn't bring himself to disrupt this moment; her and him, the Lady in Pink and the Prince in White. Despite what she had said earlier during the week about being a terrible dancer, she seemed to be born to glide. Her steps were graceful and she seemed to be at home here, on the dance floor.

Her lips looked wonderfully tantalising though and her hands seemed to wander without reserve as she dug her hands in his hair, messing the strands up to create a look reminiscent of his Chat Noir hair style.

As the latest song ended and the next began, he pulled her away, careful to avoid the rabid group of women that seemed to be looking for him and his fellow co-models that were invited to this particular 'Gabriel' event.

Leading her up the venue's stairs he led her to a balcony, delighting in her gasps that followed once he showed her the view of the Eiffel Tower.

"It's stunning, Adrien." She at last breathed out, her fingers resting on the balcony rail, the wind whipping both her hair and dress as she silently marvelled at the sight. Adrien looked at her and responded, "It is, isn't it?" -- He turned his head back to the view and casually slid his arm back around Marinette's petite waist -- "I used to come here all the time with my mother; She told me this was the place she finally realised that she was in love with my father. Once he had acquired enough funds, he bought the place as a wedding gift. Mother always told me about how happy she was that day."

Marinette turned to look at him, her azure eyes shining in the moonlight, "Thank you -- for bringing me here. I imagine not a lot of people know about this place, huh?' She said, missing the soft expression taking hold of the young Agreste's face.

"No, but when we do bring someone here they're extremely special." Marinette coloured at this, unconsciously resting her head on Adrien's shoulder as he drew her closer to take in the view, the one with raven-coloured hair.

As they stared in silence for a while longer Adrien's tongue ran over his lips as he prepared to ask Marinette a question, "Marinette?"

"Yes, Adrien?" She answered, her doe eyes wide and pure.

"Do… Do you mind if I kiss you?" He finally said, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt a pair of gloved hands direct his face their way.

He opened his eyes to find Marinette whispering 'Not at all.' with lidded eyes before gently placing her lips on his as he revelled in the sweet taste of champagne, strawberry lip gloss and a sweet taste all Marinette's own.