I had absolutely no inspiration due to the past episodes but the season finale trailer is giving me all sorts of butterflies.
Also, this is purely fluff and a way to bring some of my fave older songs and genres into a story. I had nothing drafted for this.
It's a quick story that just sort of wrote itself.
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Adrien paused in the doorway of the house, an expression of abject pleasure spreading across his face.
"Finally," he breathed, eyes aglow as he surveyed the spacious area, littered with moving boxes.
"Coming through, Kitty!" a voice warned behind him. His smile grew as he stepped lithely to the side, allowing access to the dark haired girl lugging a dressmaker's mannequin with her.
"I see Lenore has made the trip safely, milady," he teased, green eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Oh hush," Marinette retorted. "And stop naming my mannequin!"
His response was a chuckle as he carried his suitcase up the stairs.
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"I still can't believe we were able to purchase this house," Marinette declared as they both sat down for dinner.
"Well," Adrien began, "as you pointed out – once we discovered each other's identities – as well as the fact that my father was becoming more and more controlling, it made sense for me to get out from under his thumb."
Briefly, his eyes darkened as he recalled just how unhinged Gabriel's behaviour had become recently. Sensing the shift in his mood, Marinette placed her hand over his, offering comfort. His gaze flicked up to her and he smiled before quickly squeezing her fingers. Her cheeks pinkened slightly, unnoticed by him as he looked down at his plate.
"I also appreciate the fact that you left the Gabriel label and are now working with me," Marimette interjected. "Your contribution is invaluable."
He winked at her. "Having Paris' top model push your brand was definitely a feather in your proverbial cap, Bugaboo." Jokingly, he ran his fingers through his hair and affixed her with a smoldering look. "I'm probably more in demand at twenty six, than I was at sixteen."
Marinette rolled her eyes at his antics and gestured with her fork. "If you say so," she deadpanned.
"I'm wounded."
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"That was vicious," Chat panted as he landed on the rooftop next to his partner.
Ladybug sighed in agreement, then gasped as he plopped his head in her lap.
"I'm not a pillow!" She complained, even as she combed her fingers through his silky hair.
"Mmmmhmmmmm," he hummed. "Could've fooled me." His vibrant orbs fluttered closed as her fingers scraped his scalp and a low purr escaped him. Grinning, the spotted heroine continued her ministrations, her gaze soft as she studied his relaxed features.
After a few minutes, he yawned and stretched, before standing up and helping her to her feet.
"C'mon milady. Let's go home."
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'Don't wait up! Heading out for some drinks after work.'
Adrien frowned as he studied the message on his phone and wondered just who she was going out for drinks with. Before he could stop himself, he typed out a reply and pressed 'send'.
'Hot date?'
Her response was a laughing emoji.
He growled slightly and tossed the offending device onto the couch. Scrubbing his hands over his face, he leaned back, studying the ceiling.
"Something wrong, kid?" Plagg asked as he flew into sight, a wheel of cheese dangling from his tiny paws.
His holder's gaze slanted towards him, then dropped.
"It's fine," Adrien sighed. "She's allowed to have a life, right?"
The kwami took a massive bite of cheese before responding. "Define 'life'?"
"Ughhhh…..I mean a dating life. She's free to date who she wants. I mean, it's not like she likes me in that way."
Plagg, who had just taken another humongous chomp out of cheese, choked.
"Kid….WHAT?"
Adrien's eyes widened in alarm. "You okay there?"
The kwami waved him off, chuckling. "Look, Adrien, take my advice. Go open that bottle of wine in the kitchen…or two, get drunk and let loose a little. Trust me."
The blond arched an eyebrow. "Trust….you?"
Plagg smirked.
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And that's how Adrien found himself in the kitchen, a glass of wine in hand, blasting old dance hits from other countries while putting the finishing touches to dinner.
Years of modeling contributed to his fluid movements as he vibed to the different beats, singing along at top volume to the songs.
"If you want my future, forget my past,
If you wanna get with me, better make it fast.
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine.
I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want,
I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)
I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends… .."
His voice trailed off as someone touched his back.
With lightning fast reflexes, he spun and grabbed the intruder's wrist, pulling them flush against his body. Wide sapphire eyes stared up at him, their owner seemingly out of breath.
"Marinette?"
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Marinette giggled to herself as she fumbled with her key. She was five strawberry daiquiris to the wind and all she wanted to do was see Adrien. The after work get together with the girls was fun but knowing who was waiting at home for her was even more appealing.
Inside, she heard the beat of music, recognizing the Black Eyed Peas – "I Gotta Feeling."
Her toes tapped to the beat and she grinned – another thing she and Adrien shared was a love of older foreign dance songs. As she hung up her keys and removed her coat and shoes, the song came to an end and "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls began.
She snickered and hurried towards the music. Adrien threw his whole soul into this particular song and she had no intention of missing out. Pausing in the doorway, she admired his lithe body as he smoothly made his way across the tiled floor.
Her slightly inebriated logic was that she'd sneak up on him and get a good laugh….forgetting that one does not simply startle a superhero.
And that's how she found herself plastered up against a firm, hard set of abs.
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Adrien blinked at the red face of his housemate. Her wide eyes and rounded mouth made it clear that she was not expecting to be manhandled like that and mortification flooded through him.
Immediately, he dropped her wrist and pushed away from her, stammering apologies.
A snort escaped her, effectively silencing him and he peered down at his partner. She was biting her lip to hold in her mirth but as soon as sapphire orbs met emerald, she lost it, dissolving into gales of laughter.
His lips twitched as he tried unsuccessfully to keep a straight face but soon enough, he also succumbed, chuckling along with her.
Eventually, their hilarity subsided, just in time for the opening bars of a new song to begin.
"Oh don't you dare look back,
Just keep your eyes on me.
I said you're holding back,
She said shut up and dance with me.
This woman is my destiny,
She said oh oh oh…
Shut up and dance with me…"
Almost as if in a dream, Adrien switched off the stove, then reached out and took Marinette's hand. She blinked, then smiled as she placed her other hand around his neck and allowed him to lead her around the spacious kitchen as he sang softly along to the lyrics.
"A backless dress and some beat up sneaks,
My discotheque Juliet teenage dream.
I felt it in my chest as she looked at me.
I knew we were bound to be together.
Bound to be together."
Almost too soon, the song came to an end, -and the couple stood, inches apart, afraid to open their mouths and spoil the moment.
And then the next song began.
Marinette arched an eyebrow at him and smirked.
"Criminal Wine?" she asked.
Adrien bit his lip and, in a move that had her heart racing, hooked his fingers in the belt loops of her black jeans and pulled her hips tightly against his.
His smooth baritone rivaled Lyrikal's as he flexed his body against hers, moving as if he was born in the Caribbean.
"Mmmmmm gal when you feel like,
I could make you feel nice,
And we could jam down the whole night.
Like your head nice.
How you're moving so hype.
Take it down and go with the flow."
Years of being in sync with her partner meant that Marinette was able to pick up on his rhythm almost immediately and she did not disappoint.
Wrapping both hands around his neck, she undulated against him, singing Patrice's part word for word. The song came to an end, but another soca began, which gave the pair the perfect excuse to remain as they were.
As the beautiful lyrics of "Overdue" floated through the room, the couple swayed in perfect synchronization, eyes focused only on each other.
Who made the first move was debatable, but as their lips met, neither of them could deny that this was, by far, the best melody of the night.
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THE END.
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LINKS TO SONGS
https/youtu.be/uSD4vsh1zDA
https/youtu.be/gJLIiF15wjQ
https/youtu.be/6JCLY0Rlx6Q
https/youtu.be/dNoGziufjSs
https/youtu.be/YCZDhZXCKxY
