Marinette was sitting on a chair in Adrien's dressing room before one of his fashion shows, watching a bickering Plagg and Tikki sitting on a bookshelf in the corner of the room (Plagg was eating again and Tikki was telling him he was a glutton).

"I don't know, what do you think?" Adrien asked, walking out from the bathroom in his newest Agreste Brand dress pants and dress shirt. This line featured more form-fitting clothes, so his biceps and pecs, built up from all his superhero-ing, were definitely more on-display than normal. He turned to show off the back, and her eyes trained down to his very prominent ass.

"Bugaboo?" He asked, turning back around. "You ok?"

"What? Oh, yeah," She responded, still looking at his biceps. "Totally... fine..." she trailed off.

"Does it look good?" He asked, looking at himself at the full-length mirror behind her.

"It looks fucking amazing," She said dreamily, and he looked at her with wide eyes.

"Marinette!" He exclaimed, shocked. She never cursed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," She slapped her hands over her mouth.

He laughed. "It's fine. You know I like hearing you curse, m'lady." She blushed at that. He always got very flirty when she cursed.

He continued scanning his outfit in the mirror (and Mari may have snuck a few glances at his ass, but that was neither here nor there).

"Ah, damn," He said. He drew her attention to a popped seam on his forearm.

Marinette stood up and grabbed a small sewing kit from her bag (perks of being a fashion designer) and sat back down. "Come here, let me fix it."

He walked over and she gestured for him to sit in her lap, (she may or may not have done that on purpose), and she pulled out a needle and cream thread that matched the shirt and effortlessly threaded it. She took his arm in her hand to study the stitching so she could match it.

As Mari was starting to put the needle in the shirt, Tikki exclaimed "You're unbearable!"

Adrien winced, and Mari looked down to see she drove the needle right into his arm.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She said, pulling the needle out of his arm and putting it down in the sewing kit. "I am so so sorry, I didn't mean to, I-"

"Hey," Adrien said, putting his free hand under her chin and making her look up at him. "It's ok. It's just a little needle. I've had worse."

Marinette smiled. Her kitty always knew how to make her feel better.

She reached down into her sewing kit and grabbed a bandaid (always a necessity as a clumsy sewer) and put it on his arm where she hit him, covering a small spot of blood, then finished sewing up the hole in his shirt.

"Thank you, I love you," Adrien smiled, kissing her nose.

"I love you, too," She giggled.

They sat there for a few moments, looking into each other's eyes. Then, Adrien got up, followed by Marinette, and walked over to where Plagg and Tikki were sitting and asked, "What was that about?"

"I was just showing Tikki my delicious cheese, and-" Plagg started, then was abruptly cut off by a clearly annoyed Tikki.

"He was shoving his stinky cheese in my face and it smelled so bad!" Tikki exclaimed.

Both teens grimaced. Neither of them liked the smell of Plagg's Camembert.

There was a knock at the door.

"5 minutes, Adrien," Nathalie called.

"Thank you!" He responded, then turned to Mari and grabbed her hand. "You ready?"

"Of course, kitty," She smiled, opening her purse for the two Kwamis to fly in, and then they walked out the door, hand in hand.