Class let out early afternoon and then she hurried straight home. She made practically no small talk with anyone as she all but bolted out the locker room and made sure not to talk to Adrien, lest she use up more time getting ready.
Why did she agree on it being today?! She had no idea what to wear! Sure she had plenty of good outfits of every range, from very casual to very classy, but this was date number one!
They had agreed on something small for their first, real date...not that it helped her at all. It was safe to say the entire journey home, she didn't look where she was going with her mind as full as it was.
She ransacked her closet; tried on literally everything and stood in front of her floor-length mirror. Put her hair in every possible style she knew of as quickly as possible. Tried makeup styles with the various outfits and hair-up-hair-down options. Nothing sufficed because one lingering issue had her absolutely stumped on the evening wear.
What did Adrien like?!
She knew he'd be happy with anything she'd be in, but that didn't narrow it down! She had pencil skirts, flowy dresses, long dresses, short dresses, long skirts, shorts with long socks combo, one-piece outfits, heels, boots, cute, weird, stylish, sexy...she had it all! She made every style according to what she felt like wearing that day. It was so hard to decide on color and type because he had seen her in her Ladybug outfit all the way down to her sleepwear during his time here, which was the total opposite of classy and she wanted to impress him this time.
She had already decided to knock him for a loop and what better place to start than a pair of clothes?
She had long known which colors worked best to bring out her skin tone, hair, and eye color...but she didn't know what he was most flattered with. She had never thought to ask him his favorite color and now she regretted it. Course, she also wanted this to be a surprise, so that would just spoil it if she asked him out of the blue. He wasn't stupid; he would suspect something if she asked him right before she left for home.
She finally decided to bring out her eyes and find something that hugged her petite figure. She had done more than enough of wearing pants and shorts in front of him; this time she wanted to show him what she looked like in a dress.
Dark blue it was!
Fall was upon them with cooler nights, but it didn't really hinder her dress choice. She had a matching jacket for what she had put on, but with as much as she was sweating right now, she wondered if she needed it! She looked to it on her chaise lounge, biting her lip and quickly twirled on her heels. She passed herself in the mirror, giving herself another quick look, and critically eying her choice (1) before continuing on.
She had never paced so much in her entire life. She felt like a caged animal!
Hands tightly clasped behind her back to keep from wringing them to pain. She had tried sitting down, but it was useless. Her heart had never raced faster than this in any suspenseful situation she had ever been in. Not as a teacher, not in the Underground, and not in any ballet audition, not as the new student in Adrien's class! Her adrenaline hit warp speed and it was keeping her on her two-inch heels, constantly clicking over the carpetless floor in her room. She would have waited downstairs, but her parents were winding down from an early bakery close and she didn't want to annoy them TOO much with her antics right now.
It was probably ten to six. She had been ready for about half an hour by now. Way too much time! She would almost have preferred to keep doing her makeup or her hair when the time neared so she had something to occupy herself with. Seconds were stretching into hours and it wasn't like she could just walk over to his house like this without missing him on the way here. Six p.m. sharp at her place it was...even if she was absolutely dying right now.
She would have started listening to music, but she was precious moments away from Adrien showing up and she didn't want to start getting all sweaty from exertion and lose the perfume she had on. She didn't want his first whiff to be body odor; he already had enough of that in ballet class and the Underground.
He had seen her in hip hop, ballet, and regular clothing. None of that screamed beauty or special or feminine. She had never dressed up in front of him and done more than wear her hair in pigtails, her regular eyeliner just to help her eyes a bit. Tonight was special and she wanted to be special too! She hoped he liked, no, absolutely loved what she had on, but she could only imagine his reaction.
She wanted to impress him so much, but the frustration and nerves were about ready to kill her.
When it was five till, she grabbed both jacket and purse, checked her makeup and hair one last time, and headed downstairs. They were going to meet at the side door anyway and she couldn't take the stifling air anymore. She could at least take her mind off things by giving her eyes something to look at. Maybe she could spy a look at him as he headed up the street. The thought filled her with more giddiness than she thought and she practically skipped steps in her haste to get downstairs. She would give him a huge smile, watching him wave to her in greeting, and run up to fling her arms around his neck...maybe give him a kiss in greeting...
A hand lightly slapped a cheek as she forced herself from the daydream, though it didn't get the smile off her face.
What was she, fourteen again?! She was almost twenty for heaven's sake and she hadn't pined after Adrien this hard since junior high! She fervently hoped she didn't start stuttering like she used to in front of him! If that was the case, she would be too mortified to do their date tonight and may just end up canceling it.
The cool air felt really good on the back of her neck and it helped so much to bring her from her head. She took a deep inhale and steady exhale to calm down as she listened to the cars take their drivers home for the evening or out for fun.
She leaned up against the brick wall, shouldering her purse and lightly holding her jacket in her arms. The nights had started coming sooner and it was already dark, so the streetlights nearby were on to illuminate the area. She had a sudden urge to stand under one, but realized she may just blend in since they were a dark color too. At least with the color of the building, she stood out a little against the night.
Maybe dark blue was a bad idea...
She looked down, trying not to smudge her lipstick too much more by biting her lip, and seriously wondered if she should go change.
She hadn't accounted for certain things, having always needed to wear dark to blend in because it meant she was going to the Underground. A dark blue dress, black hair, and a dark blue jacket weren't really something Adrien could find her in out here.
Lips pressed together. She always had that pencil skirt she could wear... Maybe she could throw it on and see which shirt was pastel enough to work with her makeup and -
"Marinette?! Is that you?"
She jolted and whipped to the voice. Her eyes widened as she locked on the one who had called her name.
Oh god...she could melt into a puddle right now and be totally happy with her death if she died tomorrow!
Did the evening just heat up about thirty degrees or was it just her face?
He was...stunning...sexy...amazing...handsome...classy... So many words budged to be first in line in her head and ended up fighting each other all at once. She couldn't look away from the dark gray slacks and vest combo he had on. His black dress shoes clacked on the pavement underneath him as he neared. He had rolled up the sleeves to the white dress shirt he had on and it accentuated those strong arms that always lifted her during class. His shoulders and slim waist were creating a total inverted triangle effect, with a lot of help from the clothes he was rocking (2).
He stopped and openly looked her up and down, a noticeable blush on his face in the streetlights, but total appreciation written in his features. A growing smile graced his face as he kept looking at her. Every time his eyes attempted to stay with hers, they darted to the rest of her outfit and bun.
"You look...absolutely...amazing." He quickly shook his head. "No...no...not good enough." A hand came up under his chin as he blatantly ogled her. "Ravishing? Mmmm... Beautiful? No...gorgeous? Not strong enough. How about...um...perfect? Is that good enough?"
She jolted when he took a horribly shaking hand and brought it to his lips. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly, unable to find words to properly describe him as he was doing concerning her and just dissolved into a mess of giggles instead. She was hardly aware of how hot her face was, especially with his nearness and that great smile of his. No, no...great was too pitiful. Godly maybe?
Oh god...he was going to get an ego from this night if she was going to be honest with him!
Something suddenly occurred to her and she shook her head to find her wits. "A little overdressed for a CASUAL date, aren't you?" She smirked, taking a moment to ogle him back.
His smile turned bashful, a hand scratching a cheek. "Ah...ha ha...I kind of...got carried away..." He mumbled, looking at her dress again. He cleared his throat and lightly tugged at the tie around his throat. "I started out small, but I ended up losing time when I kept changing clothes. I thought a vest was casual enough, but then it looked weird without a tie and when I had jeans with this, it didn't feel like I was trying enough so -" He suddenly stopped and laughed at his own ramblings. "I'm going to shut up now."
Wasn't SHE the one who was supposed to making HIM feel this way?! 'Get it together Marinette! Die later thinking of how sexy he looks in his outfit and compliment him!'
"Y – you..." She mumbled, quickly looking away with a silly grin. Her shoulders scrunched to her ears, feeling her hand hot in his. "L...l...ook..." Her voice quickly died, confidence along with it.
"What? Speak up." He smirked. "Do I look that good? You can tell me if I do... You, on the other hand, are going to wait while I find the proper adjective to describe you in that dress you have on. Did you make it yourself? You're quite the looker in it. You should wear it more often. This just means we'll have to go out on more dates so you can wear that around me. Got anything else like that? Blue looks good on you; brings out your eyes."
He had to stop or her head was going to spontaneously combust! As it was, he had robbed her of her ability to speak with all that praise and she was turning fourteen all over again! She was happy he liked what she wore though; it made her want to dress up for him more...somehow...around class...
He was suddenly inches away, eyes hooded. "Cat ran away with your tongue, my lady?" He murmured, voice low. A hand lightly splayed across the back of her dress and tugged her to him. Her heels clacked as she stumbled into his embrace, a shiver stealing up her spine. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that my being in front of you has thrown you for a loop." He murmured, sounding pleased with himself.
She could feel his breath on her face and it drove her crazy.
Call it nerves...call it giddiness...call it overwhelming emotions, but something suddenly snapped. Maybe it was the adrenaline or how utterly delectable he looked or her hidden feelings raging for him all over again. Maybe it was everything that drove her forward and harshly claimed his lips with hers.
He gave a surprised noise which she covered up. She exhaled a shaky breath from her nose, hands sliding up his toned arms and feeling his neck. She tried not to bury her hands in his hair too much, less she mess up the perfect style he had moussed.
Let him feel how fast her heart was racing and how badly she was shaking! He reduced her to this and she HAD told herself that she was going to let him know exactly how she felt after all...
It only took seconds for his arms to go around her tiny waist and tug her flush against him. His heart somersaulted in his chest, feeling hers rage against him. He had no time to think about how nervous she was with the way she was attacking his mouth. It sent his nerves into overdrive and every hair on the back of his neck stood up with her fingers toying with his head.
She didn't even know how or when they separated. She only remembered pulling back to seriously heavy breathing, his and hers, though she remained in his hold. She rested her forehead against his and kept her eyes closed, still too scatterbrained to think just yet and barely able to stand. She took in this moment, his strong hold, his chiseled body against hers, and the harsh breathing in her ears.
Oh god...don't faint right now...that would just be too embarrassing of a way start the evening!
"Y...you...look...absolutely amazing..." She breathed, face hot. A trembling hand slid down and touched his cheek. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she mentally berated herself. She was going to be honest with her feelings tonight and that meant not holding back anything when it came to him! "I...don't think that...I've ever...been this nervous around you...ever... Well...except when I was fourteen anyway..."
Back when she had been so in love with him and had not gotten over his absence from school.
A warm smile overtook him, eyes peeking open. He took in her flush, the well-done makeup, and heavenly perfume she had on. He moved to her shoulder, brushing his nose up to her neck and inhaling. "You smell good..." He murmured, feeling her pulse thunder under his lips.
Her mouth opened, but only strangled gasps escaped. He was doing this on purpose!
Well...he could keep it up a little longer if he wanted...
Her grip tightened on him despite herself. He didn't say another word and she still didn't have the capability to do so, but his face remained in the crook of her neck. She harshly swallowed as she tried to remember that they were standing just outside her house on the sidewalk, letting the entire world see this. She was so dizzy from the last few seconds and he certainly wasn't helping her to regain composure!
It took a lot of mental ordering and return whining to release her death grip on his hair to stand back. She regrettably pulled away from his embrace enough to see him and gave a sheepish smile. "W – we should...probably get going...huh?" She quickly looked around as if they had drawn a crowd, but no one stopped to stare. "We're...kind of...in the middle of everywhere after all."
He wanted to pout when she stepped away, but the clack of her heels drew his eyes down to them. He had never seen them on her, but the miniscule shoes she was wearing made her feet look adorable and tiny, just like the rest of her. The V-shape of the hemline drew him down to her petite chest, the elastic bunched up to give off her waist. The ample skirt flared out a little, making her look...god, there weren't proper words!
He pointedly cleared his throat, more for himself than to draw her attention, and held out an arm with a smile. "Well...I had intended on this evening to be a CASUAL, small first date, but how about we change that?"
She tried to get the smile off her face as she took his arm and the confusion helped a little. Her head tilted as he reached into his vest pocket, grabbed his cell phone, and then was holding it to his ear after pressing a few buttons. "What are you doing?"
"Yes, my apologies. Thank you for canceling for me. Have a good evening." He disconnected the call, thought for a second, and then started dialing another number he knew well. "Good evening. I apologize for the lack of foresight and calling ahead for a proper reservation, but I was just wondering if someone could find a table for two under the Agreste name in the next thirty minutes? Hopefully one with a view against or near the windows?"
Her brow rose as he chatted on the phone, suddenly very cordial and formal to wherever he was currently tugging her. His entire demeanor changed to highly professional and it was a nice change as it really matched his outfit. She floated with his stride, knowing he had something planned, and she should just enjoy it, but she couldn't help but be suspicious about what he was doing right now.
If only she could get past the amazing feeling of those arm muscles her hands were wrapped around, what she was trying VERY hard not to kneed...
"Thank you very much. I apologize for putting the staff out. We look forward to seeing you shortly." He hung up the call and stuffed his phone back in his pocket, giving her a sideways glance. "Okay. We're all set."
Her eyes narrowed a little as he seemed to relax. "What did you just do? I'm not too sure I'm going to like this..."
He grinned and kept walking with her, relishing in this whole setup way too much. "Tut, tut, my lady. I think I'll just wait to see your reaction once we step foot at our new location, THEN I'll tell you why I picked this place over the other one."
The sneaky cat! Oh, he was good! She wanted to stamp her foot and demand he tell her right now, so she could good-naturedly complain that she was going to put him out for this and offer to help. She knew from that statement alone that he was going to be too tight-lipped for any good clues, so she was stuck enjoying the way there with him at her side like this for a bit more.
She heaved a sigh and lightly shrugged her shoulders. Nothing to be done about it, she supposed. "Well," She smiled up at him, "at least I can enjoy the walk there to...wherever we're going." She gave his arm a squeeze and was rewarded with a blinding smile, cheeks tinged as he did so.
It was mostly a quiet journey. She didn't let go of his arm the entire way and it made her feel like a giggling idiot too. She couldn't keep a smile off her face the either. The few peeks she snuck at him caught him either smiling as he looked ahead or staring her way with a soft look. Anytime she met his eyes, hers flew open and quickly diverted to the sidewalk below.
The last time they averted from his, she missed where they were going until he finally stopped. She looked around, finding them at the Eiffel Tower. Her head tilted, until she followed his point to a restaurant in the structure and squeaked. Her eyes attempted to pop out of their sockets as she looked from the interior lights to him and back. "A – a – are you k – kidding me?!" She sputtered, looking at him and shaking her head. "Le Jules Verne?! (3) It's so expensive! I'm not making you pay for me in a place like that for our first date!"
He moved his arm to go around her waist and pull her close again. His other hand went under her chin and squeezed a little. "I don't know if you know this yet, but my family is filthy rich. We occasionally eat at Le Jules Verne, so it's not like this is my first time. They'll have a table ready for us, so just enjoy your time in a high-class restaurant with an Agreste. I'm sure they won't mind the sudden publicity."
She scowled, unable to look away from his gorgeous face with his fingers keeping her from doing so. "I just...I...it's so...expensive and...I wasn't expecting something like this... You don't have to do anything like this to impress me, you know..."
He lightly kissed her before he second-guessed himself and gave her a soft smile. "You are perfectly dressed for such a place and I want to go show you off. I want to watch you drink wine like a classy lady and look at the view with you. You're so much more amazing than some five-star restaurant and I don't mind trying to impress you a little." He inched away and loosened his hold. "Just enjoy it and come with me, my lady." He bowed a little, arm extended again.
She gave an idiotic smile and slowly took his arm again. She looked up as he straightened and led them to the entrance. She felt way out of her league as his demeanor changed once they got inside and were showed their table. The waiter pulled her chair out for her and she sat down, face entirely red.
He watched her, smiling a little at how uncomfortable she looked. Ladybug...the woman who had created the most interesting respite for socially oppressed Parisians and had impressed his father enough to let her back into his school.
His hand reached across the table and squeezed. "Relax." He coached. "Don't worry about anything. Just be happy to enjoy the view and remember one main point about this place."
She blinked. "What's that?"
He stared at her for what felt like forever, features melting to absolute love and gentleness. "This was the place you finally showed me who you were mere months ago. Even if I had to chase you down to do it, you gave in and trusted me with your real self. Kind of appropriate...a first date; a first revealing of our real selves...even though you already knew who I was."
Her mouth gaped open, tears lining her eyes. She had forgotten all about that in the stream of circumstances shortly after. Such a huge event had been buried in her mind, or rather she had chosen to forget it because he had been insufferable at the time.
She blinked tears away as a waitress approached their table. She fumbled with the menu, having no idea about anything at such a place, when Adrien snapped to. He barely even looked at the items before deciding on the six course meal for them and ordered the suggested wine pairings for it.
She found what he was referring to as the waitress wrote down everything and tried to keep the utter shock off her face when she found the price. She numbly handed over her menu as he did and sat in her seat, feeling like cringing.
She was quiet all the way up to the first course put in front of them. She looked at it for the longest time and he couldn't help himself any longer. "It IS edible..." He murmured, leaning forward so no one heard him bash the place. Her vision jerked to his, eyes wide. "I promise you, it's delicious. I've eaten it before myself a few times."
She jerked to attention as he went for his utensils and followed. The flavor was amazing and as a baker's daughter, she couldn't help but critique it a bit. Before long, the plates were taken away and a refill on their wine added to both glasses.
She mechanically picked it up and swirled the white wine before taking a sip. She remembered his earlier comment and spied a look at him over her glass to find him watching her. She quickly looked away and went to put her glass back when his abruptly angled toward hers. She blinked before smiling and held hers near his. "What are we toasting to?" She asked, head tilting.
"Hmm, good question." He resisted the urge to prop his head up on the table and openly stare at her. He stared at the wine he was swirling for a second. "Love? More dates? Our future? You? How beautiful you are? Good times?" He spied a look over the crystal to find her beet red. He probably should stop doing this to her so her face could cool off...one of these hours...
He grinned. This was more fun than he ever thought it was going to be and he couldn't stop! "Why don't you pick?"
Her lips pressed together. He was horrible and she was never going to last the evening if he kept this up! Her brain yelled at her for acting like a simpering idiot the entire night when she had never done so in any previous time with him. Even when he first kissed her in her room, she had never been such a giggling mass of nerves!
It was time to knock him down a peg or two and return the favors he was bestowing on her all night.
She gave a sly grin and sat up a little straighter. "Hmm...how about...rekindled and ever-lasting childhood loves." Her eyes twinkled as she took in his slightly wide eyes. He knew what she was talking about...good. "You know...the ones that don't die...but just hide for a few years in wait for fate to guide them back to the one they love...?"
He harshly swallowed, heart quickening. He tried to keep his grip on the stem light and not break it, lest his father come down on him for the restaurant's bill coming his way. He could only nod his response, letting her clink his glass as he didn't trust himself with it in this second.
Those words...what she was insinuating...
Perhaps it was the wine, but she felt like spilling something. She took a quick drink for courage, feeling it burn down her throat, before setting the glass on the table.
"And...j – just so we're perfectly clear..." She quietly continued, pointedly watching the liquid swirl around. "You have done an excellent job of...nourishing what I feel. I've definitely felt more than a shred of what you feel for me for a long time..." Her eyes darted to him a few times, finding his attention riveted on her. "When you went back home...I also thought about you every day... B – because..." Her fingers fiddled with the glass as she lost the nerve to keep speaking.
"I guess I can only hope that you ever feel a shred of what I feel toward you... I hope that I can find what you used to feel and nourish it; keep it close. I'll think of you every day that I'm at home and in class."
She was supposed to have been asleep and not heard anything! It made his heart leap into his throat to know he was wrong. His hand snaked across the way and took her free one, finally getting her eyes. They were swimming...as were his.
She harshly swallowed. He said the words a few times, but she still hadn't. The place and the time seemed appropriate, and she wasn't going to hold back any more.
"Because...I...love you Adrien... I always have. I never stopped. I've never been happier than to be able to dance ballet at your school with you by my side. I won't lie and say that entering your father's school was always one hundred percent ballet-related... All those years, I saw you in the seats from the stage because something inside me told me not to give up...because YOU were still doing ballet after all the tragedy you had gone through. I love ballet and I love dance...but your father's school isn't the only one in Paris..."
His other hand cradled hers in his as he slowly brought her knuckles to his lips. He pressed a harsh kiss them, desperately wishing it was her mouth. He kissed her skin a few times, hoping his tears weren't as noticeable as he felt they were. She said nothing else as he shakily breathed against her skin, eyes tightly closed.
The words speared him right through the heart and stole it. It hopped across the table and laid in front of her. No, that wasn't right; she had taken it and cared for it for months now, but after such a confession, one he had secretly wanted to hear for a while, he didn't ever want it back. She could have it because he knew she would guard it, as he would hers.
Slim fingers reached across the small table and gently caressed his cheek. She smiled at him when he looked up and met her eyes. Their emotions lay on the pristine tablecloth, dodging wine glasses and napkins. He communicated everything to her and she returned it in silence. The quiet bustle of the place was barely heard for the bubble she suddenly had created around their table.
He pressed her hand against his cheek and leaned into it. "I love you." He breathed. His lips found the inside of her wrist and kissed it. "So much... So much that I don't know if I can ever properly tell you. I can never show you how much you mean to me. I could spend my entire life repaying you for all you've done and it still wouldn't be enough. This is all I can do, all I can say, in hopes that you understand even a little bit."
The widening of her smile caused a few tears to fall. She harshly swallowed and let him gently swipe one off her cheek. "You know...I think I like the sound of being next to you for your entire life so you can repay me as you see fit." She jerked after a second and flushed. She quickly blinked wide eyes as she suddenly realized just what her words sounded like. "Th – that...is...um...i – if you...want to...th – that is..."
His smile was blinding. He quickly wiped his face as if remembering where they were before taking a deep breath. He engulfed her hands with his and kissed her fingers. "I would very much want to..." He murmured into her skin. Serious, hooded eyes looked across the table. "Nothing would make me happier...aside from dancing on my father's stage with you at my side forever."
Someone quietly cleared their throat nearby and the pair jerked back, almost knocking over the crystal in the process. "Apologies Monsieur Agreste. I didn't want to interrupt...it's just that...we've been holding onto your dinner for about five minutes now..."
She flushed to her neck and quickly stuffed her hands in her lap as Adrien fumbled with sheepish apologies. She imagined he was just as red in the face as the servers set the next course in front of them. She smelled the aroma and her stomach won over her nerves, forcing her to grip her utensils again. She didn't look up from the meal for moments, hearing his silverware clink as well.
His words ran through her head with the weight of a freight train, causing a smile to rise like the tides. It encompassed her face and made eating nigh impossible so she eventually gave up and sat back for a minute. She went for her refilled glass, practically beaming. "I think I'd like to retract my previous toast." She merrily announced, holding the glass high. "I want a redo."
His brow went up, but seeing her so happy made him smile and he held his glass up to see what she would do next. His stopped maybe an inch from hers and waited.
She took a deep breath. "Childhood loves are cute and all, but they're so immature." Her eyes twinkled, face sly. "I propose we toast to two successful adults in love who are prepared to handle every single journey together for as long as they're willing to reach out to each other."
He grinned and clinked her glass. "That's a long time my lady. My hand will never remove itself from reaching out to you."
She giggled and took a sip of her wine, feeling less anxious and able to go back to her food.
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"Ah...I've had too much wine, but it feels soooooo goooood!" She singsonged, face warm and smile bright.
"I didn't know you could drink that much." He lightly responded, his own face hot. He had long since loosened his tie and popped a few buttons to try and relieve some of the temperature at his neck. The cool night air had helped, as did the short walk back to her place. "Where did you put it all? You're so tiny!"
"Dinner was WONDERFUL..." She gushed, giving his waist a squeeze. She stumbled as she offset his stride and almost knocked them on the pavement. The arm around her shoulders tightened and a grip on her arm kept them upright. "I don't think I'll ever be able to look at food the same way."
He snickered and steadied her as her heels slipped on a crack in the sidewalk. "Told you it was good. You didn't believe me, but I would never lie to my lady."
"Such a good kitty you are..." She drawled. Her free hand reached up and scratched his chin, giggling as she did so. "How did I manage to find such a great feline? I declare, I do bring home the best strays to my house. Maybe it's the baked bread smell..."
He chuckled and shook his head. She was adorable and the random things that kept popping out of her mouth were making him laugh. Course, he also had too much to drink so that wasn't too hard.
The walk around the Eiffel Tower to dispel the liquor hadn't been enough and he decided she needed to head home. It was still early, but they were done in more was than one. He didn't want to part from her so quickly, but she needed to get to bed and sleep off her euphoria.
He stopped her at her door and rested her against the wall near it. He rummaged through her purse for the key and unlocked the door for her.
He didn't even get to open it before fingers grabbed his tie and yanked him forward. He stumbled to the brick, hands going on either side of her face to steady himself. Her lips suddenly ravished his mouth and he almost fell to his knees at the feelings assaulting him. He could barely return the intensity which she was giving him. The quiet moans in his ears made his heart beat faster and his arms came down to clutch her to him.
His tongue met hers and she whimpered a little as his fingers splayed across her dress. His mouth was hot and addicting. He was an amazing kisser and she wanted to spend all night attached to his lips. Sadly, breathing was more of a requirement for life and she gasped away, head leaning against the wall as his mouth scorched her chin.
"You...are cruel...my lady..." He panted, feeling her pulse flutter at her neck. "How am I...supposed to go home...like this?"
"I'd...let you stay," She gasped, eyes closed in bliss, "but...my parents are probably...still up..."
"I'd ask you...back to my place, but I wouldn't have you walking home...so late..."
"Like I haven't...already slept...in your bed..."
He harshly claimed her mouth at those words. He pressed against her so fully that she gasped at feeling all of him. Somewhere past the alcohol, she knew exactly what she was doing to him, but she couldn't find herself to care...or stop. He was hers, she was his, and they had pretty much just promised to be together for the rest of their days. Who cared if a few emotional, tipsy youths pawed at each other for a few minutes?
Chivalry got the better of him and he pulled away with a frustrated growl. They spent a few minutes trying to get their breathing back to normal and held onto each other as if the other could provide more strength than what they had at this second.
He rested his forehead against hers for what felt like forever, feeling her breath fan his face and the heat of her skin. "You're going to kill me Marinette..." He nearly panted, trying to calm himself down. "If you keep this up in the future, you're may just regret turning me around so much like this."
She smiled and pulled him back for a quick kiss. "Then you'll just have to hurry up and marry me then, won't you?"
"Temptress. I absolutely love it." He wiped that sly smile off her mouth with another hungry kiss.
She giggled against his lips and broke the kiss. She fixed his shirt and straightened his tie, giving him a heated look. "You knew that the first time you danced with me, if I recall." Her eyes playfully narrowed. "You should hurry back home and try to sleep. We have class in the morning and I for one need to go pass out."
He sighed and nodded after a second. He gave her a tender, lasting kiss before forcing himself away. His legs went first, torso next, lips last. He walked backward a few steps, trying to take her in as long as he could. It was a serious fight to not march right back over there and kiss her senseless again!
He returned her wave as she went for the door and slid past it, face the last thing to go. She smiled and blew him a final kiss before shutting the door behind her.
He turned and hoped his slacks weren't too...off...during his walk. She followed him halfway home and even as he got ready for bed, she never left his head. He doubted she ever would after tonight. She had been on his mind ever since his original confession in her room and there was hardly a day when he didn't think of her in some fashion.
"You'll just have to hurry up and marry me then, won't you?"
He stared at the night lights coming into his room with the biggest smile his face could muster. He gave a happy sigh as he pillowed his head with his hands and looked into the darkness. Soon, this lonely bed of his wouldn't be quite so much. He didn't know exactly when that was going to happen, but he was going to relish those words and the days ahead as much as he could.
He was going to have to hurry because after a night like tonight, he was going to slowly die until she could be his in both body and soul.
To know he had her love, had always had her love, made him feel more completed than he ever thought possible. It filled every vein and made him look forward to tomorrow, and the days much farther down the road. To the future and all aspects he envisioned awaited him and he had never felt so ecstatic.
(1) Marinette dress inspiration: g01 a alicdn com/kf/HTB1ZNM LpXXXXXeXXXXq6xXFXXX6 jpg
(2) Adrien outfit inspiration: pinterest com/pin/501729214707556988/
(3) Restaurant: lejulesverne-paris com/en
Thanks to all for sticking to the end with me! Thanks to all readers, comments, and suggestions. I love chatting with my readers. XD
The end of this chapter isn't really an ending and these two dorks were too much for me to let go of, so there is something of a mini-sequel that I'm going to post with it as well called Miraculous Ballet Moves. Full of fluff and all things romance because these two make my muse happy. Please look forward to it! m(_ _)m
