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Day 14 – Movie Night

How Adrien had been convinced to lie to his father about his whereabouts, he wasn't entirely sure. But here he was sitting next to Marinette at Alya's house watching a random superhero movie.

The movie Nino had chosen was incredibly slow paced and, if he was being honest, it was so dreadfully boring. Everything the characters were doing made absolutely no sense. He chalked his disinterest up to the fact that he was a superhero and was therefore disillusioned by the way the movies portrayed everything about it.

He eventually stopped paying attention to the screen altogether to favor the girl sitting next to him on the couch. In fact, he was hyperaware of how close he was to his new love and couldn't help sneaking a few lingering glances her way. She only caught him once and the light dusting of pink across her cheeks made his heart soar.

He had noticed that after his conversation with Ladybug a few days ago, being around Marinette was a lot less nerve racking. Sure, he was nervous she would reject him, but the fear of being unfaithful to Ladybug or unfair to Marinette was gone.

He had realized that there would always be a piece of his heart that belonged to his lady love, but he knew in his heart that there wasn't much hope for a future with her since they had to keep their identities a secret.

With that in mind, he decided to explore his feelings towards Marinette and he began to realize just how much he cared about her. And now that he knew she probably felt the same way, he was starting to get bolder in his flirtations.

Although, he still got flustered at the prospect of her returning his feelings, though. After all, he'd been turned down by Ladybug for over a year so he wasn't used to the idea of someone wanting him as much as he wanted them.

Nino's snoring brought him out of his reverie. He looked over and saw the couple passed out on their couch.

"I didn't know Alya was dating a lawn mower," Marinette whispered.

Adrien chuckled. "I think weed better follow suit."

Marinette rolled her eyes in annoyance, but her smile gave her away. "Oh, stop. You're almost as bad as-" She cut herself off abruptly.

"As bad as who?" He asked, curiously.

She hesitated. "Promise me you won't laugh?"

"I'll do no such thing," he teased.

"Then I won't tell you." She stuck her tongue out at him before turning back towards the movie.

He was really enjoying this silly, comfortable side of Marinette. "Ok, ok. I promise."

She eyed him suspiciously before letting out a long sigh. "You can't tell anyone this, not even Alya."

His eyebrows shot up. She was trusting him with something she hadn't even told her best friend.

"Actually, why am I even telling you this? It's embarrassing."

Adrien grabbed her hand gently. "Hey, I promise I won't tell. But you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, ok?"

"I went on a date Chat Noir once," she hissed, her face turning a brilliant shade of red. "And your puns reminded me of him."

Adrien blinked. Of course he remembered their date, but he couldn't let her know that. "You dated Chat Noir?"

Marinette buried her face in her hands. "Yeah. But he turned me down for Ladybug, which I expected," she muttered. "Anyway, you act kind of like him sometimes."

Adrien swallowed. He hadn't planned for her to bring this up and he wasn't sure how to handle this. He settled on playing dumb. "I do?"

"A little. And not just the jokes," she took a deep breath before meeting his eyes. "You… you almost called me a nickname he used for me the other day."

So she had noticed. He had chided himself for that slip-up when it happened. "What name?"

"Princess," she said quietly.

His heart was racing. She was too close to discovering his identity and he had no idea what to do. All he knew was that he needed to get her mind away from connecting the dots. He looked away from her curious gaze. "Well, at least you got to date your superhero crush."

Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I used to have a huge crush on Ladybug," he confessed, trying his best to diffuse the situation.

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"So you don't anymore?"

He met her eyes again and willed her to see how he truly felt about her. "Not anymore."

"What changed?" she asked, her voice small.

"I realized something," he held her gaze. He wasn't ready to confess to her. Not yet. He still hadn't completely let go of Ladybug. But he could feel himself falling hard and fast for the girl in front of him. He really didn't want to screw this up.

She cleared her throat and became very interested in her fingernails. "I can't believe your dad let you spend the night at Alya's."

He smiled, both grateful and disappointed in the change of subject. "Technically, he didn't."

She gaped at him. "Did you sneak out?"

"No, I would never," He said, the irony not lost on him. "I may have told him there was an important project I had to work on with Nino. He thinks I'm at Nino's house for the night."

"You're not going to get in trouble with him, are you?"

"Not if I'm at Nino's house by the time the car comes to pick me up."

Marinette hummed in response.

"What about you? Your parents let you have a sleepover with boys?"

She grimaced. "Not exactly. My parents think it's just me and Alya. My maman would be scandalized if she knew Alya's mom let Nino stay the night."

Adrien nodded his understanding, letting a comfortable silence settle between them.

"Looks like it's over," she said after a few minutes.

He looked up to see the credits rolling across the screen. "Yeah."

"Do you want to sleep on the couch or the floor?"

He flashed her a mischievous grin. "I'm sure we could both fit."

"What?" Her eyes went wide.

He chuckled. Man, he loved seeing her get flustered. "I'm just kidding. I'll take the floor." He moved to get up and grab some blankets but was stopped by her hand on his wrist.

"Wait."

He turned and took in the sight of her flushed face, messy hair. She was truly a sight to behold. His mouth went dry.

"You can sleep on the couch if you want." She wouldn't meet his eyes.

He shook his head. "I can't make a lady sleep on the floor."

She squeezed her eyes shut. "That's not what I meant."

His head tilted to the side as he tried to understand. How could he sleep on the couch if she wasn't sleeping on the floor?

Oh.

Oh.

"Okay," he said dumbfounded as he sat back down on the couch. His heart was pounding as he made himself comfortable under his blanket before beckoning her to lay next to him. She hesitated momentarily before laying down between his body and the back of the couch, resting her head and hand on his chest.

"Comfy?" She squeaked.

"Yep," He replied breathlessly. "You?"

"Yeah."

He knew without a shadow of a doubt she could feel his erratic heartbeat beneath her fingertips. "Goodnight, Marinette."

"Night."

His skin was electric under her touch and the heady aroma of her shampoo flooded his senses until everything was her; her figure pressed flush against his side, her hair tickling his chin. It took everything in him to keep his breathing under control. He tried to keep his mind occupied by tracing shapes where his hand rested on her upper arm.

After a while, he heard her breathing slow and felt her relax fully into him. He smiled and grabbed the hand resting on his chest with his free hand. Sure she was asleep, he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head.

"Goodnight, Princess," he murmured as he let sleep overtake him.