Ah yes, the second part I alluded to. I have finally written it, nearly a year later. Never lose hope in the unfinished story folks!
"Tiki, he kissed me!" Marinette yelled when she got back into her room.
All they had done after Adrien's ghost of a kiss was study. They had moved from Adrien's bedroom to a beautiful library shortly after that fateful cheek kiss. They had sat across from each other at a large table, so they could each have space to spread out their notes and talked cordially, as if nothing had happened, even though every nerve in Marinette's body was standing on end. Around an hour in she switched back to her regular clothes, which were toasty warm from coming out of the dryer.
She left after two hours, just after the rain had stopped and the Parisian sky had cleared to reveal a sherbet sunset. Adrien had offered to have a car take her home, but she declined politely, and walked home as the street lights flicked on with a spring in her step. She went in the side, since the bakery had closed for the day, and kissed her parents hello before bouncing up to her room.
"Yes, that he did," the sprite mused, floating about, she seemed to be thinking about something else though, and Marinette noticed.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. Tiki shook her bulbous head, not in denial but as if to shake loose some idea that wouldn't quite come unstuck.
"I'm not really sure. I just don't really recall ever seeing Chat Noir and Adrien ever interact, so I guess I am just finding it a bit odd that Chat thought of Adrien as a good enough friend to bring you to," Tiki mused. Marinette shrugged, sitting in her desk chair and spinning.
"Maybe we never see them together because Chat gets Adrien to a safe place before the akuma battles. If Chat keeps him safe, then maybe he felt Adrien owed him and would be willing to take care of me? Or maybe they are just acquaintances and Adrien's house was simply nearby. I was walking there after all," the girl answered, even though my kwami hadn't really posed a question.
It was odd, that she never have seen Chat and Adrien together. Not even today, when it would have made sense for them to talk. Chat always assured me that Adrien was safe, and she trusted him, so maybe they were just friends. But now that Tiki had put the idea in her head, she couldn't shake that something felt off. She tried to bury her thoughts in her latest design, she was trying my hand at swimwear, which was much harder than it looked, and she was almost completely separated from her Chat/Adrien thoughts when a tap came on my skylight.
Marinette looked up and saw a pair of green eyes backed by midnight. She sighed, stopped her work, and turned off the sewing machine. She got up and has a nice stretch before grabbing a shawl and climbed up to meet the visitor. It was chilly for May, but she stood on the balcony and looked at Chat Noir anyway. He scratched his neck sheepishly before talking.
"That was some fall you had earlier," he tried. She shrugged.
"I've had worse, but I'm still glad the hero of Paris was there to swoop in and save me," Marinette joked. He laughed a little nervously.
"I hope you don't mind that I brought you to Adrien Agreste's house. You are in the same class, and it was nearby, and I know him, and -" she cut off the rambling hero before he could list more possible reasons.
"It's fine, I was actually on my way there when I slipped, so you did me a favor by taking me there," she explained. He nodded.
"Yes I knew that, I mean Adrien told me that when I brought you to my room, his room. Why is this so hard!" he exclaimed at the end, getting frustrated with himself and turning away. Marinette took a step closer to him and put her hand on his arm. He looked back at her.
"Chat, what's wrong? What's hard?" she asked, trying to ignore the Freudian slip he may or may not have just released. He looked into her eyes and sighed, turning back to her. She hadn't noticed how close they were when his back was turned, but now that she was facing him she was acutely aware of the space between them.
"Ok, but don't get mad. I understand if you never want to talk to me again after this. I know the information can be a huge burden, but I kind of need to share it with someone and I think you might understand the best. Can I trust you?" Chat asked, still looking Marinette dead in the eye. She nodded, afraid that she knew what he was about to tell her.
"Of course, Chat-" she was going to say more, suggest maybe rethinking his decision, but a flash of green light was already happening before her eyes.
When her eyes readjusted to the glittering night, Adrien Agreste was standing before her. Without more than a second of processing, Marinette passed out.
Adrien caught her this time, not going to drop one of the most important people in his life for the second time today. He noticed that she had left the skylight cracked, so he walked over, still cradling her in his arms, and kicked it wide open. After analyzing the situation, he carefully maneuvered the shocked girl down into her room, following shortly after.
Adrien climbed from the bed after closing the skylight and sat down on the chaise to wait for Marinette to wake up. He put his head in his hands, hoping she would forgive him, worrying about if he had made the right move, for what felt like an eternity, when she stirred. He looked up to her loft to see her looking down at him with eyes wide.
"You're Chat Noir," she whispered. He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. She blinked a few times. "Chat Noir's secret identity is you, Adrien Agreste?" she asked, louder this time. He nodded again. She was quiet for a long moment before speaking again.
"Well I guess that explains the pajamas,"
Does this count as actually wrapping up the story? Regardless, I have no plans for writing any more of his story, but then again, I never truely had any plans for a second part either. Life is funny like that.
