So sorry bout not updating sooner! Have been experiencing a bad case of writer's block lately! Anywho, here is chapter two!
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Always, WOBE
"How was it Dear?" Sabine asked her daughter as she entered the bakery.
"Fantastic! I have so many new ideas for fashion! So many lovely dresses, and incredible fabrics! It was like being in paradise!" Marinette exclaimed happily, twirling once. Of course, she wasn't about to tell her mother the real reason for her eccstatic attitude!
Sabine giggled at her daughter's behavior, hiding her smile behind one of her tiny hands.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself! I just feel bad that Alya was sick this weekend. I know you two would have had so much fun!"
Marinette nodded. "I know, but I still enjoyed myself even if she wasn't there,"
"So who won? Who is the new face of Gabriel's?" her mom asked, leaning her elbows on the counter in anticipation.
"A girl named Melina. She really cute. And she has this long, brown hair! It was beautiful!" She gushed.
"Oh I bet! And how old is she?"
"About nine or ten," she shrugged.
"Ah! So she isn't a threat to take that nice boy Adrien away from you! Now I understand why you're not upset!"
"Maman!" Marinette squeaked, her face growing hot.
"Well I'm happy for you Marinette! He's a nice boy! And he speaks Chinease!" her mother said, hapy to support her daughter's choice.
Marinette simply shook her head as she walked her mother and up to her loft room.
She sighed as she closed the door of her room behind her. She twirled around her room, her mind stuck in a cloud of ecstasy as she thought of the night she had just experienced.
She had known when she left the Agreste mansion that this would be one of those days you would never forget, and end up making into a story to tell your children one day.
"I take it, it went well?" The high pitched voice of Marinette's Kwami asked, breaking the silence.
"Oh it went better than just well Tikki!" Marinette said, sitting in her office chair and spinning around several times.
"Oh? How so?" Tikki asked, looking up at her charge with her big, blue eyes, her curiosity piqued.
"I can't even describe it Tikki!" the girl exclaimed, walking to her mirror to undo her hairstyle.
"Try," Tikki ordered, not willing to miss out on what had happened for a second time, since she had been forced to stay in Marinette's room all night.
Marinette began, tripping over her words, but eventually she was able to retell the entire night to her Kwami, whose eyes seemed to get progressively bigger as the story went on.
"He kissed you?! What was it like?!" Tikki asked, her excitement mounting.
"It was like, the closest thing to Heaven that my brain can think of!" Marinette sighed, walking up to her window and looking out at the night sky of Paris
"I wonder if he is asleep yet? I wonder what he sleeps in?" she thought out loud.
"Um, probably a bed?" Tikki said, her tone serious.
"I know that Tikki! I meant, I wonder what he wears to bed. Like does he wear matching pajamas with cute little cat print on them? Or does he wear his most comfortable shirt with a faded logo because he's worn it so much? Or does he just throw on whatever he grabs first?"
"I think he's the typical boy who wears whatever is comfortable to him," Tikki answered, perching herself on the window sill.
She removed her mask, looking down at it as she held it in her hands.
"I wish I could have told him who I was," she whispered, her fingers tracing over the black spots of the mask.
"Did you?" Tikki asked, floating up to land on the girl's shoulder.
Marinette shook her head. "No. I wanted to though. I just wish that we didn't have to hide behind these masks all the time. Hiding who we really are, and wondering who is behind the other side of the fabric,"
"I know Marinette. Maybe one day, you will be able to show Chat Noir the girl beyond the red suit. And maybe you will be able to see what Chat Noir is like behind his mask. And what he wears to bed!" Tikki chuckled.
"Hey!" Marinette protested, her face getting exceptionally close to the shade of the mask in her hands.
"What? You were the one who asked the question to begin with!" Tikki playfully reminded the girl.
"I know! But you make it sound worse than I did!" Marinette pouted, puffing her cheeks out.
"Sorry! I wont mention anything else about Chat Noir and his clothing choices!" the Kwami promised.
Besides, I'm really just glad that you are happy right now!" Tikki said, giving her best attempt at a hug to Marinette's neck.
"Thank you Tikki! I am happy! Deliriously happy!"
"Then right now, let's make sure that that is what matters!"
"Okay," Marinette replied, holding her Kwami against her neck with her hand.
Tikki drifted down off Marinette's shoulder and sat down on her bed, her little size making a tiny impression in the blankets.
Marinette changed into her pajamas, carefully hanging her dress up in her closet, allowing her fingers to linger on the fabric for a minute before leaving it.
She slid under the covers, her head landing softly on the pillow.
"Good night Tikki," she said, closing her eyes.
"It certainly was for you!" Tikki giggled.
Marinette sighed, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Sweet dreams Tikki," Marinette tried again, knowing she had failed when she heard her Kwami's next words.
"Oh I'm sure you will have some! No doubt about that!"
"TIKKIIIII!" Marinette begged, drawing out the little, red Kwami's name.
"Sorry!" Tikki apologized, trying to stifle her giggling, but failing miserably.
There was a moment of silence in which Marinette breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Tikki was done with her teasing for the night.
She was wrong.
"Good night and sweet dreams Marinette!" The tiny creature said, laughing as she dodged a pillow that suddenly came her way.
Marinette brought her own pillow out from under her head and placed it over it, letting out an exasperated, "UGH!"
Tikki's distant giggling didn't help.
But that didn't matter when her dreams soon overtook her, being even more sweet than either of them could have imagined.