Notes: Man, that was mean yesterday, huh? I'm such a bitch. xD

Marinette's 29 Valentine's Days

Day Ten, Loop Nine: Composition

Marinette squawked and scrambled as her alarm started beeping, and with a flailing of limbs she crashed over the rail of her loft and fell to the floor. She laid there, motionless in a blanket cocoon, and groaned as her phone continued to chirp from the loft above. Tikki flew to the phone, ready to dismiss the alarm, when her trapdoor crashed open and Luka scrambled into the room. Tikki quickly hid as Luka looked around, immediately moving to the bundled Marinette when he spotted the heap on the floor.

"Marinette!" he called. Marinette froze inside the blanket, but Luka was already pulling it aside to reveal her face. She huffed out a breath, blowing a clump of hair out of her eyes where the blanket had left it. Luka was frowning down at her, but she was also frowning at him. He…looked tired again.

…and he was in her room.

Why was he in her room?

"Are you all right?" he asked, his hands still fisted in the blanket on either side of her. He was kneeling above her, hovering close as he studied her for any sign of injury. "We heard the crash downstairs. Are you ok?"

"I…um…yes?" she asked, and she hated how it sounded like a squeak. She squirmed a little, nervous energy running through her, and looked away. She missed the way his face relaxed, and the lazy way his gaze seemed to sweep over her. He dropped one side of the blanket and sighed, reaching up to brush his bangs back. She looked back at him as his eyes closed, but then her own narrowed as he moved his hair and revealed a nasty cut above his eye. A familiar nasty cut she knew he hadn't had on the thirteenth, so he definitely shouldn't have today. Her hands shot up from her blanket cocoon and cupped his face, one hand brushing his out of the way to gingerly run a thumb along the cut. He winced slightly, the skin obviously still tender. "Luka, what happened?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, his voice slow. He was smiling down at her like he hadn't even noticed he was injured.

"You're hurt," she said. She ran her thumb above the cut again, and he sighed as he relaxed into her touch. "When did this happen?"

"Fell out of bed this morning," he said, his eyes closing again. He didn't see the way her eyebrows soared at his explanation. Like maybe she didn't entirely believe him, or that it was just a little too coincidental that they both woke up falling out of bed. "Hit my head on the side table. It's fine, Marinette."

"It looks like it hurts," she sighed. He opened his eyes and smiled down at her. She'd almost call it a grin if he didn't look so tired.

"Barely even feel it," he murmured, his voice low. She realized he was no longer holding her blanket about the same time she realized one of his hands had come to rest on her shoulder. The other was brushing her loose hair back, out of her face and then running distracting, soothing passes to tame her bedhead. His eyes were soft and focused entirely on her, and she felt the heat rising to her face the longer his fingers brushed through her hair. She swallowed and searched his eyes, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding in her chest. He looked…he looked…

He bent down, doubling over to press his lips against her own in a slow, familiar kiss. Her hand left his hair and wrapped around his neck, using the leverage – and the other hand she'd placed on his thigh – to pull herself up and meet him halfway. Some distant part of her mind registered that her head had been between his knees and that she should probably be freaking out about that, but Luka's hand was sliding from her shoulder to her side and wrapping around her middle, gathering her into his lap, and she was having trouble thinking of much anything else at the moment.

She whined when he pulled away, and he kissed the tip of her nose before sitting up. She was still lying in his lap, her head resting against his stomach, and he was still brushing his fingers through her hair. She let her hand slide from around his neck and down his arm, sighing as her eyes closed and she relaxed against him. She was suddenly bone-tired, worse than she'd been in days, and she realized she'd be perfectly content to stay home and sleep with Luka all day. She was sure they could both use it, anyway. Her alarm was still beeping, however, and a tiny voice in the back of her mind that sounded suspiciously like Tikki reminded her that if she didn't turn it off her parents were likely to come check on her. Or…well, more like if she didn't show up downstairs in a timely fashion they would come upstairs looking for her. Or if…her eyes snapped open and she stared up at him, suspicion niggling at her brain again.

"…not that I'm complaining," she said, "but…what are you doing here?"

"It's Valentine's Day," he said. She nodded, unsurprised by that fact. That still didn't explain why he was in her room, though. "I wanted to take you to school. I was downstairs when we heard you fall."

"Ok…" she said, nodding slowly. She closed her eyes, parsing trough what she knew had happened and what he would know had happened. He was supposed to pick her up – because he'd been planning on…no, because of… "…because of the macarons, right?"

"…yeah, because of the macarons," he said after a moment, chuckling lightly. She looked back at him, and he immediately bent down to kiss her again. She groaned and pushed him back, and the next thing he knew she had flipped herself over and had crawled onto his lap. Any concern that she wasn't ok with the kissing vanished when she pressed her mouth against his own, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and hands tangling in his hair. His hands immediately dropped to her hips, holding on tight and pulling her closer. Marinette was dimly aware of the fact that her alarm had stopped, but that knowledge was quickly washed away in the onslaught of Luka's mouth and body pushing against her own. "I…ah…no, that's not…"

His breath left him a gasp when she left his mouth and started kissing along his neck. His fingers flexed on her hips, and her arms tightened around his shoulders.

"Mari, darning, hold on…" he gasped, trying to push her back. She blinked at him, trying to focus on what he was trying to say instead of his kiss-bruised lips and dazed eyes. "What…not that I'm complaining, but what…"

He paused and swallowed, licking his swollen lips, and it took everything in her not to kiss him again. Her brain was fuzzy, and grasping for the reasons why she shouldn't be kissing Luka like this was like swimming through a fog.

Her parents were downstairs.

They knew he was up here.

It was getting late.

If they didn't make an appearance soon, either her mom or dad were going to come up to get them.

And she did not want either of them finding her making out with Luka in her pajamas.

…and, technically, even if she knew Luka liked her…even if she knew he wanted to date her and kiss her and was definitely not opposed to a makeout…they weren't dating. Right? It was the morning of Valentine's Day, so Luka was not yet her boyfriend. Even if he'd been her boyfriend for…God, how many Valentine's had it been now?

None of those dates or kisses counted, because at the end of those days the reset hit and Luka didn't remember.

So what the hell was she doing jumping him like this?

"What are we doing here, Marinette?" he finally asked, pushing a breath out. She swallowed thickly, wondering the same thing herself. She didn't even notice how her fingers had started playing with the ends of his hair, which was starting to look as mussed as her own.

"Kissing?" she asked quietly, as if it was a guess instead of a fact. He shook his head, chuckling slightly.

"Yeah, I gathered that," he said. His hands flexed on her hips, and she smiled as she hugged him close, nuzzling her face against his shoulder before dropping another kiss there. She knew she needed to move away from him, but she was having trouble caring. She was happy where she was. "Not that I mind. I will never mind kissing you. God I love kissing you…"

She giggled as his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. He pressed his face against her shoulder, his fingers brushing distracting circles against her sides. He murmured against her skin, "I could write entire symphonies about kissing you, Marinette."

She giggled again. She believed him – he had been writing her song since the moment they met, after all. It was a composition he had once told her he didn't think he'd ever complete, as every time he learned something new about her it changed in tiny variations. (He had also told her he wouldn't mind spending a lifetime learning those variations. She hadn't known how to respond at the time. She was pretty sure she did now, though.)

"Well," she said, pulling back and cupping his face in her hands. She grinned at him, and he sighed as she brushed a thumb along the bruises under one eye. "I guess…"

She froze as she saw a bright light flashing outside her window. No…not flashing. Rising. Coming towards them with alarming speed. She sucked in a frustrated, furious breath, and Luka frowned when her grip tensed on his face.

"What?" he asked, turning his head to see what she was staring at. "What is it, darning?"

A frustrated sigh escaped him, and her eyebrows soared as her head snapped back towards him. She barely registered the resigned set of his jaw, the weary glare of his eyes, as the light flooded her room.

"Aw, shit."

Notes: [John Mulaney voice] And you're like, "…what? That's the same joke TWICE!"