Marinette and Cat Noir danced around in feelings of comfort and uncertainty. Their encounters grew quicker, more feverish each time. Marinette's body opened up to him, allowing him to explore parts of her she wasn't even sure existed.

The air was warm and humid, clouds hanging above the citizens of Paris in a dark cloud. Alya sipped the coffee in front of her. The girls sat in the booth of a small café, chatting about their lives. They had barely seen one another since graduation. Alya had been hired at a small newspaper as an editor. She and Nino had gotten engaged, absolutely no one was surprised.

"We started looking at venues a couple weeks ago. We're aiming for spring of next year" the brown-eyed girl rambled while flicking through the binder on the table between them. She turned page after page of outdoor venues, cherry trees, flowers, rolling landscapes. Marinette was jealous of her friend though she felt guilty for thinking it.

"I hope my maid-of-honor is paying attention" Alya giggled, the bell on the café door jingling. Nino and Adrien entered, making their way over to sit beside the girls. Adrien was too close for comfort, the heat of his body and the scent of his cologne overwhelming her. She was getting over him slowly but surely. Even if he still got under her skin, Cat Noir was still hers, and she was still his.

"More wedding planning?" Nino raised his eyebrow at his fiancée and glancing down at the book. "Yes Nino, more wedding planning. Now that the two most important people are here, besides us, we can start. I want you two to be involved in the planning." She glanced at the blond and the raven-haired girl. They exchanged confused glances as Alya continued.

"Adrien, I want you to help Nino with the bachelor party, the flowers, some of the decorations. And Marinette, I have the most important task of all for you." She grinned and turned to one of the last pages of the binder. "I want you to make my wedding dress." The gown was simple in shape, an A-line dress with quarter length sleeves and a long beaded veil. It was simple, but the idea of sewing a wedding dress made Marinette anxious her fingers curled against her palms just thinking of the ways she could possibly screw this up.

"I think my father has some fabric you can use for it." Adrien leaned over, his minty breath fanning her cheek. Her heart leaped and the guilt tugged at her brain for the thoughts that floated around. She shoved them away and focused on the people in front of her. "Awesome!" Alya squealed. "I was thinking lace over a really light nude color. I think it adds a little something to the whole look, don't you?"

Marinette nodded, pulling the design from the binder and tucking it away into her purse to look at later.

"We should really get going. We have to run by the shop before going home." the couple stood up while gathering their things. Goodbyes were said, hugs were given before Adrien and Marinette were left completely by themselves.

"Did you want to come to look at the fabric? If not that's okay." Adrien spoke from beside her. She sighed shakily before smiling up at him, looking into his green eyes. "Sure. Do we need to wait for your car driver?"

"Oh no, dad finally let me get my own car. I have grown up after all" he chuckled and fished his keys out of his shirt pocket. The sleek black car beeped when he pressed the button. Fancy.

The handle popped open in her hand and she slid into the passenger seat. The car was large on the inside, a lavish navigation screen blinking at the two. Marinette still didn't have a car. But she also didn't have a famous designer as a father.

The traffic was light as they made their way to the Agreste mansion. Natalie hardly glanced up from what she was doing as the two entered. Marinette followed behind him to his fathers' office. "Father?" he knocked on the thick wooden door. A muffled reply came before Adrien pushed the door open. The room-unlike the rest of the house- seemed to be in disarray. Fabric swatches, magazines, and crumpled designs were scattered around the counter lining the far wall, the large desk against the other wall seemed to be the exact same.

Marinette never imagined the office of Gabriel Agreste being so chaotic. It made her feel better about her own messy workspace.

"Can I borrow some fabric?" Adrien strolled over to his father, Marinette trailing her finger over a denim fabric swatch setting on top of a stylebook.

"Ready?" she jumped and turned to face him. His arms held a soft mauve fabric and a sheer lace, his eyes sparkled at her. She nodded before following him out of the office and up to his bedroom. Adrien had changed and so had his tastes.

Long gone was the basketball hoop and foosball table.

The walls were a deep grey, the furniture all neutral colors and angles. It looked like an adult lived here, not the Adrien she had known for the last five years. He was technically an adult, but still.

The blond took a seat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. She smiled nervously and sat down beside him, making sure to leave a few feet between them. Her heart thrummed beneath her skin and her mind raced as she spread out the dress design and fabrics in front of her.

"What's going on in that brain of yours?" he asked her after a moment of silence. She glanced up a pen between her teeth. "What do you mean?" he pushed his long hair away from his forehead before replying. "You. You're so focused. I want to know what you're thinking about Marinette."

"I'm thinking about how Alya shouldn't trust me with this." The girl huffed and crossed her legs, pulling the notepad she kept out of her purse and settling it on her knee.

"Why shouldn't she?"

"Because this is her wedding dress, Adrien. This is the only one she's going to get! Her kids will see these photos, her parents will see it, this will last a lifetime. If she doesn't like it what will she do? What will I do?" she rambled, clenching her jaw when Adrien placed his hand on top of hers. She wanted to simultaneously pull her hand away and lace her fingers through his. His presence was comforting, familiar to her. There was something familiar about the way his palm pressed against hers. She elected to ignore it for the sake of focusing on the task in front of them.

Her hand reluctantly left his to return to her pen and paper. Adrien sighed next to her. His body shifted to face her.

"Marinette.." he trailed off, his eyes refusing to meet hers.

"Yes?"

"There's something I need to tell you." Her heart sunk a little for some unknown reason.

"I'm.." he was cut off by the ringing in Marinette's bag. They jumped away, not realizing they had been leaning into each other. Her phone fell out of her purse sitting on the sofa next to her. She smiled sheepishly at her friend before answering the call and standing to put space between them.

Adrien took the opportunity to admire the girl he'd been seeing so much. Cat had been seeing so much, he reminded himself. He wanted to tell her so bad. He needed to. But somehow he couldn't bring himself to say the words.

I'm Cat Noir and I love you Marinette.

The sentence played over and over again at the back of his mine, looping and nearly driving him insane.

"I'm going to step out into the hall for a second." He looked up at her and nodded.

"Adrien! What's gotten into you?" Plagg darted in front of his boys' face, planting his tiny hands against his sides. His expression was angry, but Adrien knew better. "I want to tell her." He sighed quietly. "I really want to Plagg." The black kwami softened slightly. "You know I can't stop you from doing it. You're old enough to make your own decision. I just hope you know what you're doing kid." He stopped speaking, his eyes cast downward. Adrien followed his gaze to Marinette's purse, where a tiny set of Antennae peeked out.

He learned over slowly, his curiosity getting the better of him as he pulled the edge of the purse, causing it to fall over and a tiny red bug to tumble out, an angry look on its face.

Face?

He took a second glance at it. A kwami. There was a kwami staring back up at him.

"Adrien?" he heard a clatter and looked up to see Marinette, her phone on the floor at her feet, her eyes wide and mouth ajar.

"Ladybug?"