Crystalkit7 suggested a continuation of Madly Clumsy and I couldn't resist, so here it is.

Please please please please please let it be her.

This is what was going through Adrien's mind over and over again since the previous night. He had once said that whoever she was under the mask, he loved Ladybug. And he did. For everything she was, he loved her. Her courage, her quick-thinking, her compassion and her ability to overcome her own insecurities for the good of Paris. It didn't hurt that she was incredibly beautiful.

Despite this, Adrien couldn't deny that it would be a lot easier if Ladybug was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

After she had suggested writing down everything he knew about his Lady, he couldn't help but draw comparisons. Adrien desperately hoped that he wasn't jumping to conclusions. There were an awful lot of similarities though, now that he was actually thinking about it. But if it was Marinette's suggestion, and would she really want him to know, if she was actually Ladybug? If she was, maybe she wanted him to find her. The thought made him indescribably happy.

He pushed out his desk chair, letting his head flop back and sighing in exasperation. He shouldn't have run away from her. If she really was Ladybug then she must have realised that he was at least starting to figure it out. What if she thought he ran away because he didn't like her.

Suddenly he was desperate to see her again. Before he could do anything about it, he heard a knock. Adrien stood up, turning towards his bedroom door, checking to make sure that Plagg was hidden away. As he started walking, unhappy to be disturbed from his musings by what would undoubtedly be another demand on his time from his father, he heard the knock again.

From behind him.

Adrien whipped around and stumbled back a step when he saw Ladybug hanging outside his window, smiling and waving sheepishly at him. His face flooded with heat and he had to hold himself back from leaping across the room to let her in. He opened the window and she perched on the frame, one leg dangling into his room but making no move to actually enter.

"May I come in?" she enquired shyly, and Adrien was taken aback by this more timid side to her. This wasn't a Ladybug he was used to seeing, but his mind was screaming the same thing at him over and over. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Marinette was shy. Marinette was polite and uncertain. Marinette was Ladybug.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Agreste, you don't know for certain, he had to remind himself.

Adrien stepped back, the blush still on his cheeks, and gestured for her to enter. He didn't trust himself to speak just yet.

Marinette had spent the evening after Chat had left thinking about what had happened. She was fairly certain he had figured it out, or at least was getting a good idea. Why did he run away? Was it because he hated the idea of Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Ladybug? She hoped not. He must like her, at least a little. Why else would he visit her so much? So maybe he ran because he needed time to think.

Well, she needed time to think too. The next day, Marinette had decided to create her own list. The conclusion she had come to had her desperately hoping that her Ladybug luck could really be that good. So here she was now, testing a theory and desperately hoping.

She stepped into the room and allowed her Ladybug confidence to take over.

"So, I was wondering if you could help me with something?" she started, smiling sweetly at him. Adrien's blush doubled in heat. He could feel the burn and was sure she could too.

"Uh... y-yeah. O-of -course," he stuttered and mentally facepalmed at his lack of cool. "Anything for one of Paris' heroes."

Ladybug strolled towards his desk, resting her hand on his shoulder as she passed and Adrien felt his knees buckle slightly. He moved to pull out a chair for her, partly due to his inherent chivalry but mostly to cover his traitorous legs.

"What do you need?" He was glad that he could manage a sentence without stuttering.

"Well," she began, making herself comfortable on the desk chair that Adrien had just vacated. "I was hoping that maybe you could help me figure out who Chat Noir is."

Adrien froze at her words, his mind coming to a standstill. Ladybug acted as if she didn't notice but she took some encouragement from his actions.

"I thought that maybe if I made a list of everything I know about him, that maybe I could figure out who he is. See I could just ask him, and I'm sure that he would tell me, but I think I want to figure it out by myself. I think it would mean more if I saw him, you know, really saw him, for who he is."

Adrien nodded mutely, his brain still struggling to wrap around the situation he suddenly found himself in.

"Wh-why me?" he asked, the dreaded stutter back. "Why are you asking for my help?"

Ladybug looked at him considering.

"I think you would be able to help, that's all."

Adrien nodded his ascent, not daring to hope that all his dreams were coming true right now. He scrambled in his desk to find a pencil and piece of paper that didn't have the word Ladybug written on it surrounded by hearts. It took him longer than he would have liked.

Seeing he was ready, she began.

"Well, I know that he is kind, and generous, and brave and strong. He doesn't have the best relationship with his father," she paused when Adrien made no move to write down what she said and nodded towards the piece of paper before him. He hurriedly wrote down what she had said.

Smiling in satisfaction she continued.

"He has blonde hair, and gorgeous green eyes. He acts carefree and he's flirtatious, but I think that's a bit of an act. Not completely, but I think he uses it to hide his insecurities. I also think that maybe he's a bit restricted in real life and when he's transformed he can just be free, be himself."

Adrien was barely breathing while he sat next to her. Ladybug decided to throw he cards on the table and pray that she wasn't wrong, that she wasn't misreading all the signs.

"And lastly, I was really, really hoping that he might be you."

Everything clicked together for both of them. Adrien's lips were suddenly on hers, his hand gently cupping her cheek.

"Marinette," he sighed against her soft pink lips, relishing in the feel of her. They both had their eyes closed when a flash of pink lit up the room.

I personally don't like Ladrien, I don't like them being in love with just the perfect, public images they present to the world. However, Ladrien when they know who the other is? I think it's adorable.