I chuck a snowball at Marinette, but then my phone buzzes. "Marinette, we have to get back for class!" Her eyes widened as she drops the snowball, and we both dash towards the cabin. I get there before her glad we didn't unpack that much, and I haul her backpack over my shoulder. "I heard something about school?" Ladybug asks with a grin. "Your the best, little bug!"

Luckily, I get back by a bathroom because I don't know how I would explain snow this late in spring. When I emerge, Marinette is waiting by my locker. "I have class, but I'll text you later?" she asks. I notice though her cheeks are pink, she looks a little pale. "Sounds good." I cup her cheek. "You okay? Do you need me to walk you to class? I only have study hall." Marinette's eyes are soft as she looks up at me. "No, I'll be fine."

I try to study, but I find it impossible and after ordering a coffee, I text Marinette. I doubt she'll answer though. I'm working on a math problem when my phone vibrates and I grab it.

Adrien: What's your type of guy? Just curious.

Marinette: Curiosity killed the cat, Agreste.

Adrien: Good thing they have more then nine lives.

Okay, that's so Cat of me, but I want to cheer her up.

Marinette: I like guys who act like gentleman, or like a prince perhaps? But not stuck-up. Yet, I like goofballs too, as long as their serious when they need to be.

Adrien: Do you know your love language?

Marinette: I'm not that great at words, so I show my love and affections by giving gifts.

Adrien: You have no trouble when you talk to me.

Marinette: Your different, Adrien. I feel very safe and comfortable around you. Yours?

Adrien: Physical touch and words of affirmation. As you know, Father was never the touchy feely type.

Marinette: Will come over after school? I have a headache, and the bright colors on the screen aren't helping.

Adrien: Anything for you, Marinette. So, if you have a headache, does that mean no coffee?

Marinette: Maybe tea? We'll see.

We text a few more minutes and then she's silent, so I give my full attention to my studies. I don't know why classes feel so hard today, but then do. Its a relief to get out into a fresh air and sunshine, and I immediately head over to Marinette's.

I knock on the door, and I hear a muffled "come on." Her apartment is small, but I instantly like the cozy feel to it. Sunshine streams in the window in the kitchen, but Marinette isn't there. "Where are you?" I call. "Living room."

I find her curled up in a ball, and I walk over and kneel down next to her. "What's wrong?" "End of month cycle," she mutters. "Anything I can do?" "Rub my back, please." "Where's your room?" I ask. "It will be easier with a larger area." "Down the hall." I lift her gently into my arms, and a yarn ball drops and rolls. Thank goodness I'm not Cat Noir right now, because I would be chasing it.

"We're you knitting a gift or something?" She rests her head against my chest. "I told you, my love language is giving gifts. I was knitting you a beanie. Started it in class." "I'll wear it proudly, whenever its finished."

I start to rub her back and before long you can tell she's loosening up, because I can see the color coming back in her cheeks. "That feel good?" I ask, rubbing gently in little circles. "Wait," Marinette sits up, taking off her sweater and lays back down, just in her tank top.

My hands continue to work, and before I know it, I'm pressing a kiss to her shoulder. At the moment, we don't need words, being together is good enough. "Do you want any tea?" I ask softly, but her eyelids flutter, and I smile as she's fallen asleep.

Carefully, as not to disturb her, I lie down on the pillow next to her. She's smells wonderful like lilac and vanilla, and I can feel myself getting sleepy.

I don't know how long we doze, but I'm aroused when a little cry as me waking me from my slumber. "No, no, don't leave me!" Marinette's eyelids are twitching, and I know she's having a nightmare. Suddenly, she bolts up right, tears streaking down her face. "Adrien?" she says, in her softest voice. "Come here." She buries her face in my shirt, letting more tears out. I kiss her hair, murmuring words of comfort. She makes a face. "Sweater, off." I laugh. I toss it to the floor, shrugging out of it in one fluid movement. "Do you want to tell me about your nightmare?" she bites her lip, considering. She doesn't answer my question, but instead asks another. "Adrien, do you ever feel like you have to hide who you truly are? Like your wearing an invisible mask?" "Yes. I wore one when I had to model when I wanting to be seeing you, or being the perfect son of Gabriel Agreste. Yes, I have worn many masks. I think I still wear one ever since…." I cut myself off. "I just feel so afraid that if I tell the person I'm in love with finds out who I really am, they'll reject me." "And who are you in love with, Marinette?"

She squirms. "Its complicated." "I think I can keep up." "I'm not ready yet, but soon. I promise." "You know I would ever push you to do anything you didn't want to do, right?" She nods. I give her a slight smile. "Though since I gave you a back rub, could you give one too?" "I think I can handle that," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

What I'm not prepared for is her gentle hands guiding across my skin, awakening my crave for physical touch. "As I recall our morning text exchange, this was one of your love languages." "You don't know how good that feels.

When I'm nice and relaxed she leans over and says, "Flip over and rest against the pillow. I have an idea." Intrigued, I do as I'm told, watching as she climbs onto me. "When I say close, I want you to close your eyes and just let you senses feel. Okay?" I nod. She places one hand on my chest and leans forward, kissing me at just the right angle, and her hand starts to wander.

Across my chest and down, using her nails with a feather light touch. I deepened the kiss, readjusting her so her legs are wrapped around my waist. Push and pull, push and pull, our lips meet, and my hands mirrors hers. "Marinette…" My voice is rough as her hand is by my belt.

Finally, we sit up, panting getting our breath back. "You were saying something about tea earlier? Could I change my order to coffee?" I give a mock gasp. "Shocker." She hits me with a pillow, then rolls off me, sauntering out to the kitchen me watching her hips sway. Oh, this girl.

Marinette has cookies ready, as we sip our coffee. "There's a showing of a Pixar movie tomorrow night. Would you like to go?" "What movie is it?" "Inside Out." "Oh, I love that one! You buy the popcorn and I'm so there." "Great. Its a date." Marinette fiddles with her mug. "A date? I've never really been on a date." "If your not comfortable with holding hands yet, we don't have to. Just let me know what you need, love."

"I'm willing to try the hand holding again, as long as we go slow." "We'll go as slow as a snail, if it helps." "I think I can be a tad bit faster then a snail, but thanks."

"Would you want to go out to dinner after?" "We do need to get ready for New York. I don't know how much free time we'll have, but it be nice to plan a schedule." "Your going to love it there. Fashion at its finest." "Will you be okay, though? I'm sure the paparazzi are just wanting to pounce on Adrien Agreste."

"As long as your by my side, Marinette, I think I can handle it." Besides, Adrien Agreste won't be the only one in Paris. Cat Noir will be making an appearance too. I don't want to frighten Marinette, but New York City is a big place, and there are gangs and not nice people. Above all, I have to keep her safe.

I glance at the time, I should get home checking up on the homework I missed this morning in study hall. But it was good that Marinette and I know each other's love languages, using it on each other this afternoon.

After I give her a kiss goodbye, I walk slowly towards home. What if I do end up on magazine covers in New York, only becoming an image once again? I don't want it, or do I need it. Let Marinette have her time in spotlight, after all its her time to shine, I've already had mine.

When I get home, I start looks at tropical islands again, looking for ones with cabins. The picturesque turquoise water is so blue, its hard to think its real, or the white powered sand beaches, I can almost feel the sand between my toes.

This is what I long for, not cement and buildings made of glass. I want to be fishing in the blue waters, no honking of car horns, just water lapping at my feet, while Marinette watches from shore.

Its midnight before I'm done with looking and homework too, and when I fall asleep a call of seagull in in my dreams. Several thoughts pop into my head. Why does Ladybug get us individually and not together? How come I've never seen her with Marinette? And when she cried don't leave me, is it because she's afraid I'd reject her as Cat Noir? Is Marinette….Ladybug?

Suddenly wide awake with questions whirling through my mind, I throw on some running shorts and a t-shirt. I wouldn't be able to clear my head so its time I go for a jog.