The air is sweet with the smell of shampoo, but that all fades away when Adrien backs me against the shower wall. "I want kids as much as you do, Princess. And we can start that right now, with your permission." I nod, and Adrien intertwines our hands. He steps closer, slowly sliding into me. I give a little groan. Its not a unpleasant feeling, and I'm not sure how to describe it. "If you get scared, or need to stop, you must tell me at once. Understand?" I nod my head, and Adrien smiles at me. Then he begins to move and the world fades away, and my senses and nerves come alive. I match his rhythm, not clumsy for once in my life. He starts to pick up the pace once he can see I'm more comfortable and I say his name aloud. "Arid-fine, oops." "Don't you think I'm fine? And your right, you are mine."

Faster and faster, and even with the water cascading down around us, sweat breaks out on my forehead and I fall over the edge. We catch our breath, staring into each other's eyes, green meeting blue.

"I want to do that again," I whisper as Adrien shuts off the water. "But preferably in a soft bed." "Lets get dry first, love. You know cats don't like to have wet fur." I giggle as Adrien examines a panel on the wall. "You don't have any fur." "What do call this?" he asks, pointing his hair, but before I can answer he hits a button and warm air jets around us, drying us almost instantly. "I call that fluff, the color of buttercups."

Adrien has his hands on my waist, when he pauses then bursts out laughing. "What?" "I was Buttercup all those years ago? Remember, that secret name of the boy you had a crush on, and the only person you told was Cat Noir?" "Guilty." "M'lady, I am honored to be a Buttercup." He leans down and kisses the back of my hand. "Your hair might be the color of Buttercups, Agreste, but your still a fur ball."

"Yeah, your fur ball." I giggle running my hands through the softness. "Its so shiny." Adrien lifts me into his arms, carrying me through the plane and towards the bedroom. "How are you so strong?" I ask, I mean, I'm not light and not heavy either. Somewhere in the middle. He sets me upright. "Its all that tuna."

"That's it," I smack his chest, pushing him onto the bed. "My, your feisty tonight," Adrien grins, and wiggles into a good position. "Come on, Bugaboo. Its your turn." I crawl up and sallow, looking at the length of his body. "Here," he says, gently, and helps me so I'm lined up and ready. Slowly, I lower into Adrien, filling him. I hear a little sound and feel a little thrill of victory. We're made to match up like puzzles pieces made for each other. "Comfortable?" He nods, and begin to push in and out, making sure he knows that I love him, and he is mine.

"Marinette, I'm getting close," Adrien groans, and I move even faster, and at last we tip over the edge. I pull out of Adrien and roll onto the bed. "That was incredible," he rolls over onto his side to face me. "Your better at it then I am." "With time and practice, you'll do fine, and I thought it was very pleasurable." "You'll help me,right?" "Of course."

The pink and white sheets slips down a little, exposing my breast. I'm about to pull the cover back up, when Adrien stops me. He picks up one of my breast, holding it in his palm. "Princess, may I?" his voice trails off, and I nod. He slowly lets go, replacing his hand with his mouth, sucking at the pink rosebud.

I fist his hair, running my hands through it, closing my eyes. This sensation is pain mixed with pleasure, and suddenly Adrien moves to the other. "Princess," he whispers, and we begin another round of making love….

I don't know what wakes me in the morning, just that my eyes open and Adrien, sleeping naked beside me, as his arm around my waist. My stomach growls, answering my own question, and slowly I stand up.

I'm a bit sore, but not in a bad way. My legs feel slightly like jelly, and I sit down by the mirror. A small purple mark is by my collarbone and I smile, for Adrien can leave a mark there, letting me know I'm his.

I walk over to the closet, considering my options. I love the new lacy blue bra and I find a loose white shirt. The sun is just coming in through the window, and I glance out at the clouds. Guess we're still in the air, and we didn't hear any announcements last night. Finding some jeans, I slip down to the kitchen and begin to investigate the fridge and pantry. I could make anything, so stocked is this pantry, but I make oatmeal, just the way my mother makes it, gloppy.

I'm slicing strawberries when I hear a yawn behind me, and I turn. "Good morning, sleepy Kitty." "Morning, Bugaboo." "Still in the air." "I got a message we'll be landing sometime this morning," Adrien says, sitting down at the table.

"I made oatmeal. Here let me get the milk." Its fun making breakfast for Adrien, and he's so sweet when he makes me a cup of coffee after breakfast. I decide to have it on the small couch by the window and watch the clouds for awhile. "Okay, I'm going to lay back down. Would you like to join me?" "I have a better idea. How about you join me?There's something I want to show you."

I grab the magazine from my suitcase and Adrien pulls me close as we settle down onto the couch. "There's a article about your mother in here," I tell him. His father ran a monthly fashion magazine that I subscribed to as soon as I knew I wanted to be a designer. Gabriel was front and center most of the time, with Adrien eliscping his father as he grew older, but sometime Emile would have a article to. One of them was how to make this white dress with seed pearls. The design was flowers, but unfortunately for Emile, she never finished the dress. "Wouldn't that be a perfect wedding dress? I know I could make that pattern." Adrien is quiet, but he kisses my bare shoulder. "She would be very proud and honored, and so would I." "Does that mean your proposing?" I lightly tease, running a finger down his bare stomach. "I'll need a ring first, don't you think?" I play with the ring he already as, his Miraculous. "That's true." "One day at a time, love. But it wouldn't be long."

I nod, my stomach clenching. Clock is ticking, aren't we there yet? "Attention. Attention, passengers," a automated voice comes on the PA. "We will be landing in ten minutes. Get into your seats and prepare for landing as soon as possible."

I press a kiss to Adrien's chest. "As much as I like seeing you this way, you might to put on a shirt before we land."

I laugh as Adrien sprints away, and start making my way towards my seat, and click on my seat belt. Married to Adrien Agreste, I think to myself. And to think that I'm probably the only person who knows the real Adrien, the one with the mask off. Goodness, that means I'll be Agreste as well, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of wealth and power. Sure, Adrien is down-to-earth but I'm seen interviews and seen facts and figures. Adrien's rich. And I mean rich.

When we we're younger, I was always so grateful that Adrien didn't hang out with the snobby crowd, choosing to hang out with me. Back then, I was even more shy and quiet then I am now, and I always wondered what Adrien liked about me. Was it my gentleness, my listening ear? My sassiness and yes, did he like the way I kissed?

I feel the plane start to dip and my stomach drops, soon we'll be back at the temple with an update on Adrien's mother. Hopefully, they have at least made some progress, for if they haven't….there might be not be a wedding for Adrien and I….

No, no! Don't think that way, Marinette! Positive thoughts and no negative emotions. That's how people got akumatized in the first place, remember?

The plane rolls to the stop, and we stand up heading towards the door. The door swings open, and holding hands we make our way down the steps a line of Guardians in robes at either side. A Guardian who looks slightly smaller then the rest stands at the edge of the carpet and I begin to smile.

"Sumac? Is that you?" "Hi, Marinette? You didn't expect I was a Guardian, did you?" she giggles and Marmie steps forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Now, now, Sumac. Guardian in training." "Yes, Mother," she sighs. I smile and her and give her a wink.

We're whisked into a car and I fill Adrien in about Sumac, then Marmie holds up her hands for quiet. "Is there news about my mother?" Adrien finds my hand, and squeezes tightly. "She's not cured yet, my dear, but she is better. Don't look so worried, everything is going to be fine." "How long to the Temple?" I ask, looking out the window. "Its hard to say, Marinette. The roads here and narrow and winding."

We pass the day by drinking tea and telling stories. Though, just as Marmie said, the roads are bumpy, and suddenly the car comes to a stop. "Looks like we'll be camping tonight. Come on, Sumac."

We climb out of the car, and it feels good to stretch, but we aren't any closer to reaching our goal.