"Adrien, what are you looking at?" My father's helper Nathilie asks. I jump in my comptuer desk chair. "Nothing!" I click off the Youtube video I was watching, and turn to face her. My sure my cheeks are a burning pink. "Your breakfast is getting cold and you have fifteen minutes before you have to school," she says. "Thank you," I sigh, listening to the musical tap, tap of her high heeled shoes shoes on the marbled floor.

Okay, I'll make a confession. I was watching kissing videos, but I want to kiss Marinette and do it right. My heart hammers in my chest and my palms start to sweat at the thought of her lovely peach-pink lips on mine. Deep breath, Agreste. Its not like your staring down a akuma or anything.

I pick out a button down shirt today, and gulp down my oatmeal quickly then dash out the door. The days are growing chiller and I'll have to find that blue scarf I have laying around.

Sprinting up the steps even if I know I have plenty of time, I let my eyes scan the room for Marinette. She's with her best friends (or rather her best girlfriends, because I'm her best friend as Cat Noir).

Their watching a video on Alya's phone, and while Alya and Zoe look at me and smile, Marinette begins to turn a pink penoy color. Of course, I'm not going to kiss her now, but at least I could give her a hug. "Hey, girls," I say, casually. "Did you see the video, Adrien?" Zoe giggles and holds up the phone. "Guess Cat Noir did a milk commerical." "No, I haven't seen it," I tell her, and I glance at Marinette. "Cat's like milk, Zoe. Its not that big of a deal." I know she enjoyed that commerical though, when we were fooling around at Leo's, and Marinette gave me some milk in a blue plastic bowl.

The bell rings and I sigh with disappointment as the oppurinty to hug her has been missed. "You okay?" she asks, as we follow the other girls into the classroom. "I'm always good when I'm with you, Marinette," I whisper, and I let my hand slide down her arm, linking our fingers togetehr. I'm sure I'm grinning as we walk into the classroom. I recunetly let go as we take our seats, but I turn around. "You doing anything special tonight?" I ask. "No. You could come over if you want," Marinette squeaks. "Great. I'll walk home with you after school then."

My heart is doing cartwheels and I hum in the cafeteria as I wait in line for food. The rest of the day rushes by in a blur.

"So, what do you usually do when you get home from school?" I ask. When I visit as Cat Noir, its usually at night after patrol, so I'm not so unfamilar with her afternoon rountine. "Well, since your over, it'd be fun to make cookies together."

Calling a quick hi to Tom and Sabine, I follow Marinette upstairs. I help her get out everyone we need, and we start to work. "I appiled for a internship at a sewing shop," Marinette tells me. "Did you? That's great!" "Yeah, well, I'm looking at college or university soon, so I need the extra money. Have you decicided what you want to do yet?" I shake my head, walking over to her. "No, but I know I want to go to university."

I watch as she gets stuck and the rolling pin isn't moving forward. "Let me help," I tell her, breathing softly in her ear. I notice how small and delicate her hands are as I slide my hands through hers and we both roll out the last of the dough together.

I'm glad her parents are downstairs, because I'm pressed up against her, and I don't want to move. "We can cut them into shapes now," she squeaks, aware of our closeness. "We could do that," I tell her, taking her ear and grazing my teeth on the soft lobe, "Or I could kiss you." She sighs softly. "What's it to be?" I ask. "Kiss." I trail kisses down the length of her neck. "Adrien." Its just my name, but it sends a thrill through me. "Maybe we should go upstairs so we're not interrupted?" she asks. I nod.

I pull the trapdoor shut, clicking the tiny lock. I pull Marinette forward, and she's against my chest. "First a hug," she tells me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I chuckle softly, wrapping my arms around her. I don't know how long we stand here, but to me its heaven. Slowly, I tilt her chin to look at me. I lean down, at first giving her a butterfly's kiss, just a brush against her lips. She pouts and mumbles something under her breath. "You can do better then that, Agreste," she flirts. She backs me against the wall placing her hands on my chest. "Here's how you do it."

And our lips meld together, and I'm off into the clouds. I deepen the kiss, and Marinette runs her nails through my fluffy blonde hair. When we break apart, I look at her, my green eyes burning.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I ask. "Um, Youtube?" I laugh. "Nathile nearly caught me this morning watching a kissing video! I didn't want to screw up!" we both laugh heartily at that, and Marinette pulls me to the chaise and we curl up together. "How long have you wanted to kiss me?" she asks.

"Since the day I met you," I whisper. But she's fallen asleep in my arms. Her arm is draped across my chest and I kiss her hair. I close my eyes for a moment, relishing in the moment. "Adrien?" "Yes?"

"We forget to bake the cookies," she tells me. "I think we deserve some cookies," I grin. "And maybe a glass or two of milk." "Who are you, Cat Noir?" she laughs as I follow her downstairs.

Yes, Princess. Just at the moment, I'm not wearing a mask.