A/N: In which three things happen:

lovesick Marinette
2. Unexpectedly *Chatty* Adrien
3. I realize I might have a second fanfic stemming from this one (brownie points if you spot it :D )
4. (I lied, there's four things) I indulge my need for angsty fluff.

Also, here's the link to Marinette and Adrien's Playlist on Spotify, coded AtP cuz I used my "civilian" account 8D (pls dont reveal my identity)
user/1278525189/playlist/6CW2ewYYqv7mVUMwVIA5G9

I'll be posting the playlist on Tumblr ( .com), too, and my headcanons about who picked which song. You're welcome to share yours too!

That is all, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own ML, as much as I would like to.

Marinette's phone lit up with an arriving message. It was unlike Alya to text her this late at night but she complied, she was having a hard time falling asleep anyway. She could not get Chat out of her head.

"Knock knock."

To her surprise, it wasn't Alya.

"Hey. What are you doing up so late?" Marinette felt compelled to tease Adrien with a nickname, but she only could think of the ones she had for Chat Noir.

"Couldn't sleep. Too excited." He added a grinning kitty emoticon.

You are an actual dork, Adrien. Marinette thought, unable to stop a smile from plaging her face.

"The cat emoticon, really?"

"What, I love cats. Everybody does, they're super cute."

"I'm more of a dog person, actually."

"I can't believe you actually-." The words were so familiar, Adrien actually dropped his phone on his face. "hfajkg"

"?"

"Dropped my phone, sorry. Ouch."

Marinette laughed. "Did you mean: meowch?"

"Again. Are you sure you're not Ladybug?" he teased, secretly terrified she'd say yes. Imagine that, he thought, almost having a heart attack.

"Yep. I double-checked this morning." She bit her lip at her next idea, knowing it was dangerous. But this was an opportunity she never had before. "You seem to know a lot about Ladybug. You got a crush on her or something?"

"She's happened to save me like, three times, thank you very much. I'm like, her husband already."

"tru lov."

"Very. We're getting married next winter. You're invited."

Marinette laughed so loud, she was worried she'd wake up her parents.

"Really? Hmm… I bet Chat Noir will have a thing or two to say about that."

His heart skipped a beat, remembering how painful it was to meet Ladybug that evening.

"Excuse you, is Chat Noir a supermodel? Nope."

"He's *Chat Noir*, he doesn't need to be a supermodel."

"Now now, *you* seem to have a crush on Chat Noir, miss."

She blushed. Stupid Adrien.

"Who wouldn't, honestly."

"OMG YOU DO?"

"I have a healthy admiration for him, as any other Parisian."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You actually have a crush on Chat Noir, I can't believe."

"Well don't be so smug about it, Mister Ladybug." She added in a crying-of-laughter emoticon.

Adrien felt jealous of himself, if that was even possible. He knew for a fact Ladybug had a crush on Adrien Agreste. And now Marinette had a crush on Chat Noir. Just his luck.

On the other hand, Marinette's ego had seen better days. So far the two boys she was in love with were in love with Ladybug –which technically was still her- but Marinette herself… Well, she was still waiting. She tried not to think too hard about that, it always made her feel miserable.

Plagg interrupted Adrien's next message, groaning with annoyance. "For all that's holy in this world, TURN THAT THING OFF KID! It's three in the morning already, you have to be up in two hours and I'm sure as hell I'm not getting my beauty sleep!"

"You'll have nineteen hours to sleep, Plagg."

"I don't care. Turn that thing down. And I hope you didn't forget to pack enough Camambert, 'cause I don't trust those Americans and their weird cheese."

He sighed. "Nope. I got enough that they will think I'm smuggling drugs, don't worry. Go back to sleep."

"Turn. It. Off."

"Fine, let me just say goodnight."

Plagg groaned, but complied.

Adrien texted. "Hey, I have to go. My cat is annoyed at me that I woke him up. If I don't go now he'll scratch off my face."

"I didn't know you have a cat!"

"There's many things you don't know about me-."

He fixed his sight on the winking writing bar, with his fingers tingling to write the next word. He felt compelled to give her a nickname. This always made him feel closer to people, for some reason. He wouldn't call her princess because that would be obvious. And the other one… that was for Ladybug only.

He did not know why he did it. Wish-fulfillment, maybe? What if Volpina was right, what if the fact she's also a dog person- he still hoped that was just banter, though- was not a coincidence? It was a long shot, not plausible at all. But he was so heartbroken about his unrequitted feelings that for an instant, he let himself dream.

He finished his sentence.

There's a lot you don't know about me, m' lady." And added a winking cat emoticon.

He logged off.

Marinette could not sleep at all that night.

Naaaaaahh. He's bluffing, Marinette. Just. It's a coincidence, don't panic. Don't. Breathe, come on. In and out. In and out. Adrien Agreste is not Chat Noir. You're imagining things. You´re imagining things because you… like? Oh my god, you like Chat Noir and now you're projecting him onto Adrien. Get your shit together. No. You don't like Chat Noir, you like Adrien. You're just too selfish to let him move on from you.

The worst part was she couldn't exactly tell Alya why this was so unsettling. And the only friend she could talk to would have to stay hidden for two weeks, straight.

The Dupain-Chengs drove Alya, Nino, and Marinette to the airport. They'd meet Adrien there. It was always a treat to be with Marinette's parents, no matter how much they embarassed Marinette. They knew how to bribe her friends into their side: with pastries for breakfast. Against Marinette's will, they packed three extra breakfast bags, defending the fact they could eat while they documented their bags. Alya and Nino shushed Marinette when she started arguing that it wasn't even that long of a wait. Actually, by the time they were at the airport, they were almost done with their treats.

"Hey man," Nino greeted Adrien, wiping the sugar off his mouth. "You ready for this?" Adrien looked longingly at the paper bag he held. He barely got a toast and warm coffee for breakfast.

"What were you eating?"

"Croissants from Mari's parents. "

"Oh…"

As if on cue, Marinette's mom prodded her daughter. "Cherrie, give Adrien his bag. Poor boy hasn't had breakfast yet."

She blushed bright red.

Adrien smiled at Marinette's mom. "Thanks, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng."

To say he practically absorbed the treats would be a gross understatement.

Since Natalie's duty was to simply drop off Adrien and wait until his friends arrived, the only ones to bid them farewell were Dupain-Chengs. Adrien had to admit he was kind of jealous of Marinette in situations like these. Her parents were so warm and fun, he wished she invited him to her house more often.

After documenting their luggage, the couple hugged all of them, wished them a good flight, and as any normal parent would, nagged them a little with warnings and recommendations.

"Don't talk to strangers, and remember you're not allowed to drink in the United States, don't go to bed too late, and stay out of trouble. Marinette has our phones, if any of you are in trouble, please give us a call."

Marinette wanted the earth to swallow her. The rest found it endearing.

With that, they went into the Air Safety queue. Adrien was so giddy, he had trouble taking off his shoes and belt when he passed through the metal detector. For once, he was probably clumsier than Marinette herself. But also, for once, he did not need to be Chat Noir to feel free.

Two weeks. Two entire weeks without his dad, or Natalie, or George the Gorilla. Two weeks without photoshoots, without being told to sit straight, to not laugh too loud, to not eat too much, without crazy girls following him around. He was in a daze, this was great!

Adrien was so distracted he didn't hear when the officer asked him to remove his ring.

Shit.

"What?"

"Your ring, take it off and put it on your tray." The guard seemed annoyed with him.

"O-okay."

Marinette could have sworn she saw a green light flash on the pocket of his jacket. She would have mulled over it, if it weren't for the fact that she had her own earrings to take care of. But she was prepared. Tikki was on her purse, safely hidden, and she'd disappear as soon as she'd put them in their little wooden box with none the wiser.

Making the most of the distracted attention of her friends, she inconspicuously took her jewelry off.

She passed through the metal detector just fine and caught up with Adrien and Nino to put on her things again and wait for Alya.

"That's a cool box," Nino pointed out.

"Eek! what?" She shoved it right into the purse and snapped it shut before he could see Tikki.

"Your earring box."

Adrien could've sworn he saw the purse flash in red as she closed it.

"Ah, th-thanks."

Nino smiled and made nothing of it.

Adrien never imagined how hard it would be to slip away from his friends to put on the ring and feed Plagg. First he claimed he was going to get a coffee. Alya went with him. Then he said he was going to check out the shops, Marinette went along because she wanted to buy a book. Bathroom, he said, and Nino went along. Finally, there was no more use than to hide behind a service kart.

"Hurry up, Plagg, it's almost boarding time!"

Plagg shoved the piece of Camembert into his tiny mouth and hid in Adrien's satchel.

He rushed to find Marinette. "Hey!"

"Where were you?" she asked, worry was noticeable on her voice.

"I… uh… was calling my dad."

As they went into the plane, Alya and Marinette couldn't help but to squeal. They were actually doing this! And what better way to cross the Atlantic for the first time than with your best friend!

"Listen girl," said Alya, quietly so that the boys would not hear. "Nineteen hours is a lot of time so if you get too nervous or anything you can come sit with me. I'll tell Nino to switch."

"Okay, thanks."

Meanwhile, Nino's advice was a pat on the back and: "Make me proud, little grasshopper."

"Sometimes you really weird me out, you know that, right?"

Nino grinned.

Adrien let Marinette sit by the window, claiming that he flew more often than he liked and the thrill was a bit dead for him. She conceded because the window would be a good way to divert her attention from him. It was finally dawning upon her that she'd have nineteen hours exclusively with Adrien Agreste. She had successfully managed to ignore that inevitable fact, but now… well, it was safe to say she could have a heart stroke if she tried.

"It helps to listen to music if you're nervous," Adrien commented, noticing Marinette clenched the armrests.

"Right, right." She opened her purse and Adrien saw a glimpse of the wooden box Nino commented on earlier. It was very familiar.

Marinette cursed under her breath. "No! I forgot my headphones, ugh!" She scrambled the contents of her bag to no avail, she remembered Tikki reminded her not to forget to pick them up from her desk.

"Ugh, why…"

Adrien reached for his bag and touched around for his headphones. "Here, we can share."

She blushed. "I don't think you'll like-"

"That's fine, we can take turns. That way you'll have to cope with my terrible taste, as well."

"I- uh… Okay. You go first."

She gasped as the plane elevated into the air. Just as she gained a bird's view of Paris, Adrien pressed play on a Maroon 5 song. He was right, it helped. It excited her, even. She could see the entire city from up here. Not that she didn't get some stunning views while patrolling, but she had never seen it as a whole. Marinette found herself proud to be defending such a beautiful city. She spotted her common rendezvous spots with Chat, the college she used to attend, Notre Dame, the Trocadéro, everything. They were right when they said Paris is the city of love.

As Paris got tinier and tinier, she remembered a certain cat she'd left behind. Well, not exactly behind, he probably was on his way to his vacation, too, but she still felt a pang of longing.

She put a hand to the window, now chilly because of the altitude, and whispered, "See you soon, chaton."

"Your turn," said Adrien, unplugging the headphones. She picked something safe for now, something by Jagged Stone.

He smiled at her. "Remember that time you made a cover for Jagged Stone? That was pretty cool."

She blushed. "Yeah… he kinda asks me for costume designs every now and then."

"That's awesome!" He said excitedly. "I didn't know you still worked with him."

She smirked. "Oh, there's a lot of things you don't know about me."

He gulped. "Heh…"

"So what's your cat's name?"

Crap.

"Er… um, Cheese. Mister Cheese." From the corner of his eye, he spotted something moving in his satchel, he kicked it.

She nodded.

"I can't believe you're a dog person, though."

Marinette shrugged.

"You know why?"

"Why?"

He leaned in closer, causing Marinette to flush. He whispered, snickering, "'Cause you've got the hots for Chat Noir."

Marinette couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Fine, but I still like dogs better. Your turn." She handed him the headphones.

Over the next hours and as soon as the WiFi kicked in, Marinette and Adrien developed a playlist they could listen to for the rest of the trip. To her pleasant surprise, Marinette found that their tastes weren't all that different. But he did like romantic songs a lot, if she did say so herself. She did not comment on it, the thought that he was willing to show that part of him to her made her dizzy.

"You like modeling music," he commented casually as he scrolled down through their finished product.

"Sorry?"

"They play a lot of these in fashion shows and photoshoots."

"Huh."

"Sorry, model thing."

"No, it's fine." She smiled at him. He was so cute when he was embarrassed! "So what should we call our playlist?"

"Hmm… How about, 'I can't believe Marinette is not a cat person even though she has a crush on Chat Noir, the soundtrack'?"

She rolled her eyes, unable to help herself from smiling.

"Kidding." He typed on the screen, "Marinette and Adrien's Playlist. There, good enough?"

"Very creative, yes." She didn't say it, but she was ecstatic about the playlist. The fact that it'd stay in his phone made her giddy. They shared something, even if it was something silly like a playlist, it did not matter.

Eventually, conversation died off and settled in a very comfortable silence. Adrien pulled out a thick novel from his satchel, while Marinette lost herself in her sketchbook. For a while, Adrien's attention did drift into the book. But it was hard to keep it there. Marinette was completely oblivious to him while working on her designs. She made these cute expressions and muttered either to compliment or scold herself on a decision on the page. She didn't notice Adrien staring at her, or the fact that he couldn't help but feel endeared.

"I think that'd look better with straight cut pants."

"Eek!" She snapped her sketchbook close.

"Sorry." Adrien shrugged. "I was just… I kinda glanced a moment ago and saw you drew straight cut instead of skinny, I thought it looked better… sorry for snooping." He stuck his nose in his book and pretended to be very, very interested in the pages of his own book.

With the surprise once overcome, Marinette reviewed her work and found Adrien was right. It gave a different feel to the blouse she sketched, which was the center of focus, anyway. "Thanks."

Adrien nodded.

"You have any more recommendations?"

Adrien smiled at her. "None so far. I like the red and black combination, though. What collection is it for?"

"Fall-Winter," she said, blushing slightly at how sure he asked about her collection. Like it'd show up in freaking Fashion Week.

"You're very talented," he noted, looking at some of the other doodles she had on the side. "No wonder my dad told me about your app."

Marinette made a face of confusion, to which he gladly explained. "My dad is super strict with his interns. More than with me, and that's already saying something. Once he made this guy cry. Oh no, but don't be afraid! You'll do great! Once in a blue moon he takes in a protégé or something like that. And he really was impressed by your application, I'm not bluffing."

"Really?"

"Yep. He makes them go through really hardcore stuff first though. Ever seen The Devil Wears Prada?"

She gulped. "Yeah…"

"Kinda like that. But once you win his trust he's really supportive."

"So basically if I screw up with him my career is done for."

"It won't be done for." Adrien laughed. "Trust me. You'll have fun. I've had to supervise the last two summer internships."

"Really?" She gasped and tried not to think about how that would pose a problem to her on more than one level. Yep, goodbye future designer Marinette.

He nodded. "He gives them this ridiculously complex theme and you guys design a ten-item collection. The best ones get to be in a fashion show he holds at the end of August."

"Wait, you don't mean the Été chez Gabriel show, right?"

"That's exactly Été chez Gabriel."

"I knew those weren't his designs but I didn't know they were his interns'!"

"He keeps the designs afterwards because that's part of the deal, but he lets them be the hosts of the show to give them exposure."

"Woah…" Marinette's eyes glinted with excitement. She was excited about the internship but now she was really excited.

"How's that for a head start?" He winked.

"You must know so much about fashion design already," she said. She looked at him as if he just told her he was god.

"Only against my will," he joked.

She frowned.

"I mean, hate is a strong word, but I don't exactly enjoy modelling anymore. I can't even remember the las time I had fun doing it. You know how I told you guys that I wanted to go to an internship myself this summer? In ParisTech?"

She nodded.

"I mentioned it once. Once. He thought I was joking."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

He shrugged. "When I brought it up again it was because somehow the fact that he wouldn't let me come to the trip with you related to him not letting me study science. It was ugly."

"So how did you convince him?"

"I didn't. When I mentioned ParisTech he went off trail and said something like 'Oh, you're just saying that because you're tired. Here, go to America and stop nagging me.'"

Marinette pouted. It always amazed her -and intimidated her, if she had to be honest- that someone as successful as Gabriel Agreste could be such a terrible father.

"Oh, Adrien…"

"Heh."

After a short pause in the conversation, Marinette had an idea. "And what do you want to study?"

Adrien's eyes lit up at her interest. "Physics. I don't know if Astro or Particle, but I know it's Physics."

She smiled. "Why Physics though?"

"I don't know, atoms and protons and electrons and that type of thing are just so… exciting!"

"Was that a pu-."

"No pun intended." He rolled his eyes, grinning. "But I don't know, I just… I really love them. They help us explain the world around us and not a lot of people have the opportunity to develop the skills you need to study them, but I have. And ugh, they're just fasCinating, Mari. Like, did you know every element that forms the earth and everything in it is traceable to the stars in the sky? We're literally made of dead stars, how weird is that? And, like, anti-matter! It's the most bizarre concept, like, you can't see it but it's there, and then there's Schrödinger's Cat theory, and String Theory, and- ugh, I just want to know! I'm too curious for my own good."

"Curiosity killed the cat," she teased.

"But satisfaction brought it back." He stuck his tongue out.

Marinette had to bite her lip. She was completely smitten with Adrien in all his presentations, but she just decided passionately-ranting-about-physics Adrien had to be her all-time favorite.

"I believe you're a closeted nerd, Adrien Agreste."

"I very much am."

"It's nice though," she said. "I'm glad you have something you feel so passionate about."

They kept talking and talking and talking. From their hopes and dreams, to their favorite food, the place they want to see the most in the world, to the utterly silly like the fact bathtubs were reverse boats. Obviously, they reserved certain dangerous topics like parents, crushes, and secret identities. But they talked and played rock, paper, scissors; thumb wars; tick-tack-toe; Marry, Fuck, Kill, until their voice was raspy. At one point in the flight she realized she hadn't needed Alya's rescuing powers. When Adrien and Marinette peeked behind them to see how their friends were doing, they smirked at the pair who was fast asleep with rather unflattering expressions, despite the horrible turbulence.

"Wait, I need evidence," Marinette said, pulling out her phone and taking a whole bunch of pictures. They reincorporated into their seats and she grinned at him. "Bribing material."

"I like the way you think," he said offering her his hand for a friendly fist bump.

It was habit, really, but she still had to fake a cough when she almost exclaimed, "Pound it!" Thankfully, the turbulence was so strong, Adrien did not pay attention.

"It's fine," Adrien said, watching how Marinette tensed with terror.

"We're gonna fall to our deaths," Marinette said solemnly. "I survived all those years of clumsiness to die in a plane."

Adrien laughed. "It won't fall, Mari. Promise."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep." She shivered, knowing it was time to pull out her hand-knitted blanket.

Adrien couldn't stop himself from touching the fluffy pink fabric, it was so soft. "With such a comfy blanket I don't think it'll be a problem."

For good measure he skipped to the calmer part of their playlist, the ballads. He hoped they'd help her relax. Feeling the dropping temperature, too, he zipped up his jacket and crossed his arms tightly across his chest.

"You didn't bring something warmer?"

"I kinda ran out of space, heh." Because of all that stupid Camembert.

"Oh." She blushed. "Well, uh, er… we can, you- blanket. Warm. Share."

He chuckled and let Marinette drape the blanket over him, too. Unfortunately -or not- it wasn't large, so they actually had to scoop closer together to keep warm.

"Here," he said, and lifted the armrest that kept them apart. His heart raced and hoped Marinette did not notice, but between the cold and his actual nerves, it was hard to keep from shaking. "You can… uh… here." Clumsier than he ever has been, he put an arm around Marinette and pulled her closer. All in quest for a more comfortable position, of course, nothing more.

The girl blushed like a tomato and tensed under his touch, only to relax little by little, as she registered he did too. Every time the plane dropped a few feet, she yelped, but having Adrien hold her tightly as it happened immensely calmed her nerves.

"Thanks," she muttered.

"You're welcome."

Eventually, Marinette dozed off, and left Adrien an opportunity to admire her. She was beautiful. How did he not see her sooner? How did he miss her for the last four years?

Ladybug, he answered himself, sadly. Ladybug, who doesn't love you.

Marinette stirred with the new wave of turbulence and he tentatively brushed her face. He didn't know if she was asleep, but she seemed to be. "It's okay," he muttered.

"Ch…norr" she mumbled.

His stomach dropped.

"Chat… Noir."

He felt a weight press against his chest. "It's just Adrien, princess," he whispered, feeling just as broken-hearted as the night before, in his exchange with Ladybug. "Just Adrien. Sorry."

"…drien."

At one point in the night, Marinette woke up in a jolt. Again, induced by a Chat Noir-is-Adrien nightmare. She looked to her side and realized to her relief that Adrien had not moved an inch. If anything, he snuggled closer. Her heart skipped a beat, both in delight and guilt. She cursed at herself. Why was her mind betraying her like this? She wanted Adrien to notice her more than anything, for so long. And now that it was finally happening… she wanted Chat Noir.

But why?

Why was Adrien finally noticing her? Why was she finally noticing Chat? She did not know, but she could not help making comparisons between both boys. Adrien, as kindhearted and smart as he was had only become friends -real friends- with her recently. But Chat, Chat had always been there through thick and thin. Flamboyant and a bit annoying, yes, but at the end of the day, kind, smart, brave, and supportive. Chat Noir had always been the first and last to trust her. He was the reason why she dared become Ladybug.

She sighed, remembering his words. How much longer are we going to pretend, Ladybug?

Pretend what, that's what she wanted to say that time. But she was afraid this lack of clarity would come off as offensive for Chat. He had always been clear about his affection for her, but she wasn't sure he had been able to read her as she wanted. Pretend what, she wanted to ask. Pretend that he didn't notice she stopped immediately flinching away when he reached for her? Or that she smiled instead of shutting him down when he flirted? Pretend he didn't notice she began to flirt back, or that she started pecking his cheek goodbye after an akuma attack?

What, Chat? What are you pretending? Haven't I been clear enough?

She looked at Adrien and her heart shrunk.

And then there's you. Why now, that we only have a year left? Why do you have to confuse me like this?

Marinette felt like crying, and jokingly reminded herself not to get too sad or she'd be akumatized. Except Hawkmoth stayed back in Paris, and the realization that she could suddenly feel with abandon lifted a weight off her chest.

She reached for her purse, careful not to disturb Adrien and biting her lip as a stupid idea formed in her head.

"Tikki, pst. Are you awake?" she whispered.

"Marinette?" Tikki replied drowsily, emerging from the darkness of the pouch with extreme moderation. "What's the problem?"

"Nothing, it's just… I was wondering. Could we… could we transform in the bathroom for a moment?"

"Why do you want to transform in an airplane?" Tikki suddenly sounded more awake. Adrien stirred and mumbled something incoherent, pulling Marinette's blanket to cover his head and turning his back to her.

"Shh! I… I wanted to send Chat Noir a message."

"Why?"

Marinette bit her lip again.

"Marinette?"

"Ugh, fine! I miss him. I just wanted to text him…"

Tikki frowned. "Oh, Marinette. He probably won't even get your message. I don't think he'll transform, he's on vacation, too. And it's only been one day."

"I know! But… ugh. What's going on with me, Tikki? I wanted Adrien to notice me since I was in college, and now…"

Tikki giggled. "I think you just have to follow your heart."

"That's a tough thing to ask right now." She paused, then muttered, "I want to know who Chat is. I know you've told me no one must know but…"

"It's only natural."

Marinette almost yelled, surprised by Tikki's response. "What do you mean it's only natural? You told me no one could know, not even my partner!"

"Yes, Marinette, but that was four years ago. Your partner and the other miraculous holders have to know. It's for security."

"Four ye- and you were planning on telling me this when?"

"You never asked me again. I thought you knew."

Marinette glared at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you need detailed explanation of the nightmares I have every night about Chat? About him being Adrien and dying? Or me revealing my identity and him laughing at me? Why didn't you tell me, Tikki? It would have saved me so much trouble by now!"

"I'm sorry Marinette, but I couldn't."

"But why?" she pleaded. "Tikki, I'm so confused."

"Because it has to come naturally," Tikki explained. "You have to decide, not me or Plagg."

At the name, Adrien stirred again. Tikki and Marinette froze for a second and forced themselves to practically mouth their conversation.

"What's that supposed to-." She gasped. "You know. You know who Chat Noir is, don't you?"

"I know Plagg," she said. "And I can sense when he is nearby. But I don't know who Chat Noir is."

She looked to her side with terror. "Is he nearby?"

Tikki sighed. "Marinette, you have to figure this out by yourselves." She felt compassion towards her bearer. Marinette's eyes were beginning to cloud with tears. "Don't feel sad," she said, and flew to nuzzle her cheek. "You two are meant for each other."

"How do you know?"

"Because you always are." She giggled and went back to her spot in the purse. "You just need to follow your heart."

"Who are you talking to?" Adrien asked with a raspy voice, poking his head out of Marinette's blanket.

She managed to snap the purse shut and hide it before Adrien could see. The sight of him was endearing, to say the least. He looked disoriented and his hair was untamed, poking out in every direction, much like…

Stop it.

She smiled. "I wasn't talking, just looking out the window."

"Oh."

"Someone's been hoarding the blanket," Marinette pointed out, sweetly.

"Sorry! I didn't mean- it's so comfy. Are you cold? Sorry."

She giggled. "It's okay."

Adrien draped the blanked over both of them again and made space so that Marinette could lean against his chest, and even though there was no more turbulence, he hugged her again. A sigh escaped her lips, reassuring him.

"You wanna know something?" Adrien muttered.

"What?"

"You talk in your sleep."

Marinette blushed. Oh no. Hopefully she didn't say anything about Ladybug.

"Do I now? And what kinds of terrible secrets did I spill out?"

"Nothing," he admitted. "You just said Chat Noir… and then my name."

She choked. "Really?"

"Yeah." He smirked. "And you say a supermodel can't compete with Chat Noir."

"Oh, shut up."

a/n: See ya in the next chapter, folks! Hope you enjoyed it 3