Shandy: Who's ready for more fluff?

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Alexandra Elf: Yes, the world does need more MariChat. I hope you're getting plenty of it up there.

mayuralover: Yeah, she is. I hope you enjoy this one!

Shandy: Oh, be sure to be as quiet as possible when you start reading the chapter!

Candy: *raises eyebrow*

Shandy: What?

Candy: Nothing.

Shandy: Enjoy the story!

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He awoke with the vague impression that he was in heaven.

He snuggled closer to the warm thing beside him, breathing in the comforting scent of sweet things that relaxed him greatly. Someone was running their hands through his hair, and humming a small tune that he didn't recognize. He loved it anyway, it made him feel comfortable and happy and his chest rumble pleasantly.

Wait… last he checked, he was still alive. And he wasn't a little boy anymore- he was a seventeen-year-old young man with a cold and distant father and his father's assistant as a mother figure who was also distant.

Then he remembered that he was with Marinette, the girl of his dreams, and his chest rumbled even more.

His Purrincess.

She didn't hate him. She had said so last night.

A giggle reached his ears, and he felt the said ears twitch a bit in recognition. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he was waking up.

He didn't want to wake up! It felt so nice here! He snuggled closer to his warm pillow and the pleasant giggling came back again.

Finally relenting to what his body was telling him to do, he stretched a bit, but it only got him in a more comfortable position that made him want to fall back asleep.

"Warm…" He muttered, snuggling closer. "Nice." He sighed blissfully. The giggling reached his ears again, and his purr grew as another hand began to draw designs on, and scratch, his back.

A shrill beeping sound reached his ears, and he winced.

Where had that come from?

He opened his eyes, and found himself in a room that wasn't his and with his sleepy eyes landing on his gloved hand. More specifically his ring finger, with one of the pads in the pawprint blinking a bit before disappearing. He squinted at it, trying to decipher what it meant.

Only two pads left.

'Oh, it's my timer. Plagg needs some more Camembert.' He shrugged, but then something finally decided to click in his head.

He fell asleep next to Marinette.

It was morning.

He only had two minutes left before he became Adrien.

Marinette was going to see who he really was!

He yelped, spazzing out a bit as he leaped off of his pillow and almost fell off of Marinette's bed. Arms grabbed him before he could and pulled him back to safety, his eyes landing on her mischievous bluebell blue eyes. He swallowed, his face flushing in embarrassment. He vaguely noticed that the bruise that had been on her face had disappeared mostly (which was really weird, didn't they take longer to heal than a single night?) and that she didn't look to be in any pain.

"Good morning, Chat." She said.

"G-Good morning, Marinette." Was all he really managed to get out.

'Oh, great, you're acting like Adrien now.' He scolded himself in his mind. Then he grew a bit confused at himself. 'But… I am Adrien.'

Then he finally grew aware of his surroundings, realizing that there wasn't a pillow, or even a scrunched up blanket that could've been his pillow.

On the other hand, Marinette's shirt hand been pushed up a bit, showing some of her milky-white skin and her belly-button, right in the area where he had been laying down on earlier was. Her hair had fallen out of its signature pigtails, the blankets pooled around her in a way that showed that she had sat up to catch him, but the rest of the blanket was mostly pooled around her knees, not her waist.

Which insinuated that… that…

He was sure his face was as red as a ladybug's once those pieces connected in his brain.

He had slept. On her stomach.

He was gonna die of embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" Marinette looked a bit confused and worried, putting her hand up to his forehead. It did not help.

"I-I'm fine, princess." He managed to get out, his eyes flickering over to her alarm clock. It was 9:47. Thank heavens. He pulled her hand away gently and pressed a kiss to her hand, gentle and sorrowful.

Too bad Plagg couldn't give him any time to talk to Marinette about last night. The very thought of what had happened made his hair stand on end.

At the thought towards the timer, his ring decided to tell him that he only had a minute left. He scowled at it.

"Kitty?"

"I apawlagize, Princess, but this cat needs to go before I turn into something you don't want to see yet." Marinette looked confused, and she just looked so cute-

He quickly stood up and bowed. "I'll see you tonight, Marinette. We can talk about everything then. I purromise I'll be there." Then he opened the latch, looked down at her one last time for the morning, saluted, and rushed toward his room.

He had landed on his bed just as Plagg gave out, rolling across the sheets as his transformation faded.

"Finally! I'm starved!" Plagg zoomed over to the mini fridge and completely ignored Adrien as the boy sighed in relief.

'Why didn't I stay?' He asked himself, a bit confused. He had never thought hard about Marinette knowing that he was actually Adrien before. Even when he had, it wasn't in detail, and it was also because she currently wasn't talking to Chat. But now that they had made up, and before she had pushed him away, he had really only focused on spending time with her- as much as possible.

But now it hit him- what would he do if she knew that he was Adrien?

Well, on that thought, she could never know. His father would ground him for life if he ever found out if she ever did find out.

But what if that didn't matter? What if his father's rule wasn't in place?

He still didn't want Marinette to know.

He grew confused. Why, though? Why wouldn't he want Marinette to know?

He stood up and walked to the bathroom, looking himself in the mirror. His hair was mussed heavily with bed-head from sleeping with Marinette, and he groaned. She had seen his legendary bed-head, there was no way that she was going to let him live it down.

Maybe taking a shower would help.

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He had been pacing the room, trying to distract himself from his current thoughts, when he heard the door open and close downstairs. His ear twitched at the sound, and all of his attention was instantly on what could possibly require the door to be opened and closed that fast.

'Visitors?' He glanced at the calendar. 'But father almost never has visitors on Saturdays.' he walked over to the calendar and checked the date- it was the first saturday on the month.

First saturday of the month…

Wasn't that important?

Wait…

Marinette was coming over for dinner!

He slammed a head to his forehead in an attempt to punish himself for not remembering, and then he rushed to get on some more formal clothes and hide his ears and tail.

Of course, he just had to forget that it was today, of all days, that Marinette was coming over! Not to mention that he was still working through his thoughts and problems that were super confusing.

"I got this." He told himself as he walked towards his bedroom door. Plagg quickly followed, sliding into Adrien's breast-pocket. He breathed in deeply, putting on his normal Adrien- smile. "I got this."

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