Hello Miraculers ! It's May 4th, so fourth day of our Marichat months !

Well, for today the word was CAFÉ. I know in English it's used more often to refer to the place: the Bar, the Café... But I decided to use it like the french word, so café: like the hot drink, the coffee. Well, because I'm french and also because I really love coffee !

I hope you'll enjoy this one, good reading.

PROMPT N°4 : CAFÉ, written by Malauu-Ladynoir

A TASTE OF COFFEE, SPICES AND HAZELNUTS.

What was the probability that the two blonds who held her heart would like their coffee with cinnamon - which was not common - and almond milk?

Marinette tried to assess the chances of a result like this being offered to her but quickly stopped thinking about that, when she realized that the answer was rather clear: her luck. It was the luck of the ladybug.

"Marinette? If you don't have almond milk, it doesn't matter. I was just stopping to say good evening, not to enjoy your hospitality…"

Oh! He'd certainly noticed that had stopped working for a while...

She took a deep breath - rebooting the system - and looked up at her partner. Her partner, Adrien: the same person.

Marinette had forced herself to turn the page and to recover from her crush for him, while all this time, he was in love with her. She didn't realize it, because at the time, she'd been too blinded by... uh.. well... him. And then, she had moved slowly over her feelings for Adrien, only to fall in love with Chat Noir, him, all over again... She had fallen in love twice with the same boy. What a ridiculous situation and so unreal... and yet very real.

she slowly exhaled: she could handle that. After all, she was no longer a fourteen-year-old girl under the influence of her hormones, which were at the time still new and completely messy. She was now seventeen years old and was quite able to control herself in front of the boy who made her heart pounding and nourished each of her dreams and fantasies. Geez, Marinette, get a grip!

"I actually have almond milk," she replied, her voice increasing by an octave and becoming sharper than she would have liked.

I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this.

She silently encouraged herself, repeating these four words mentally and incessantly as a mantra.

"Is that true?" he marveled.

No, no, no! But why was he so irresistible with that perfect smile drawn on his lips. Lips that looked so warm, so soft, so...

I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this.

"Yes, my father offers a range of lactose-free pastries. Just wait five minutes. I'll come back with your this," she replied.

Marinette disappeared inside, going to the kitchen to prepare the two cups of coffee. She knew exactly how Adrien liked it. It was part of all the things she used to write down. And today, her old compulsive and, above all, whimsical obsession was useful to her. Well, even Incredibly advantageous, since thanks to this, she was going to be able to serve a perfect coffee to Adrien, but also to her partner. Thanks to this small piece of information that might have seemed totally insignificant, she was finally able to soothe the exhausting and painful duel that was playing out in her heart.

Once the arabica beans had been ground and the cups filled, Marinette added something to compose her coffee perfectly, then she added a few drops of almond milk and a pinch of cinnamon into Chat Noir's cup.

She then returned to her room and went out onto the balcony where the hero, Adrien, was waiting.

She gave him his cup of coffee with a soft smile and she could see his feline eyes light up with gratitude.

"Thank you, Marinette," he exclaimed, his lips stretching out with a smile as warm as the coffee he was about to taste.

The young woman leaned against the guardrail, shoulder to shoulder with the cat-boy. Their eyes landing on the City of Lights and its countless wonders.

Marinette carried her cup of coffee to her lips, letting out a slight sigh of satisfaction, when the hot and bitter liquid poured into her mouth. Her sigh was accompanied by a moan of pleasure from her partner, which caused them to turn timidly towards each other.

"The coffee is absolutely perfect, Marinette," he exclaimed, when he tasted the perfect combination of almond milk and cinnamon in his drink.

"My friend Adrien loves to drink it like you..." she said, giving him a stern and intense gaze.

The hero winced slightly and she could perceive the anguish passing briefly through his partner's gaze before hearing him clear his throat.

"Your friend has good taste," he replied calmly, calling on his training as a model to mask his trouble.

"It's his friend Nino who made him discover this. In his family from North Africa, they used to drink their coffee with spices," she replied, proud that she hadn't tripped over her words.

She felt that her partner was beginning to get nervous next to her and strangely, it amused her a lot.

"And you, how do you love your coffee?" he asked, trying to change the subject and to take away the conversation of 'How, Adrien, him, and Chat Noir, him, enjoy drinking their spicy coffee.'

"Oh, you know, I'm complicated when it comes to my coffee," she replied nonchalantly.

"It can't be worse than Ladybug," he chuckled with a mischievous look.

Of course... he knew how Ladybug liked to drink her coffee... It was not uncommon for Chat Noir to stop to buy two coffees before their evening patrol. In fact, it was always him who brought coffee, while she sometimes brought some pastries. So she'd no idea what her partner was ordering for him, at least, until tonight. Him, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was drinking.

"A latte, half-coffee, half-milk, with just a cube of sugar and hazelnut syrup," they exclaimed in one voice.

Marinette gave him a shy smile, while in front of her, Chat Noir was frozen with surprise, mouth opened, pupils round and totally dilated.

"M'Lady?" he gasped, after the shock had passed.

"Good evening, Adrien," she replied, a smirk painting on her face.

The feline blinked a few times before a smile came to stretch his lips too. Then he slowly leaned toward her.

"It's MY Chat Noirish smirk, MY signature, Marinette. You CAN'T smirk like that!" he said, falsely offended.

"Why, Chaton?" she asked, exaggerating that famous grin.

"Because... because I have an irresistible urge to kiss you when you smile like that..." he admitted, turning completely towards her, his eyes sparkling with emotions following the revelation that had just been offered to him.

Marinette moved slowly to face her partner and put her hands gently on his torso.

"Well, you can always erase that smirking smile from my face," she replied, maliciously.

"I think I can do it, Purrincess," he replied, while tenderly putting a hand on her cheek and gently bringing her face closer to his.

"Do it, then, Mon chaton," she replied, her lips now almost brushing against his.

Slowly, she felt him move forward and erase the last distance between them. He gently captured her lips in an incredibly tender but intense kiss, with a taste of coffee, spices and hazelnuts, dangerously captivating and unforgettable.

It was a new way of discovering and enjoying a café that she liked so much. Very much.

End

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