But like, what kind of date?

"Oh…is she really that sick?" He asked. Marinette nodded.

"Yeah, she could barely talk," she lied. She knew the real reason. Alya and Nino has set them up from the start, but Nino actually was sick and Alya was taking care of him.

"Really? Poor Alya."

"She told us to just go to the Louvre without her. I think Nino is still sleeping because he still hasn't even read the first message," she informed him. Adrien stood up.

"Well, I'm not against going now," he said holding out his hand for her to take. She hesitated as she looked down at his hand and gently accepted it with her own.

"Sure…the Louvre sounds like fun," she agreed and smiled shyly.

They walked hand in hand to the museum, and strolled through the building looking at the different art works and paintings. The two of them cracked jokes at some of the older funny looking pieces while trying to remain respectful, but some were just so corky and weird that they just enjoyed it for that. Her hand never left his, and she thoroughly enjoyed that. Adrien barely noticed how their hands and fingers slowly started to interlock with each other. He felt like they were holding hands like couples do, and for some reason that made him extremely happy.

Marinette stopped at one of the bigger paintings, so naturally so did Adrien. He examined the figure on the canvas for about five seconds before glancing down at Marinette. She looked completely captivated by the work. Her eyes were wide with wonder and a cute smile was spread across her lips. Her lips…looked soft. Plagg's words echoed in his head as he found himself staring at her mouth. Would she let him kiss her? Would she be okay with it? Would she…like it? Would he like it? He didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't stop thinking about it. He was even starting to turn red from it, but it still wasn't enough to shake it from his thoughts. He wanted to kiss her. Why?

"This is amazing. I love big paintings like this. Can you imagine painting a canvas this big? It's amazing," she rambled. Adrien wasn't paying attention to the painting, and suddenly saw her eyes shift over to his. They stared at each other for a moment before he blinked and nervously chuckled.

"Sorry…it's hard to look at the art when there's a masterpiece right next to me," he said. Suddenly there was a patch of vibrant red bleeding over her cheeks. Wait…he actually said that?

"U-uh…" she couldn't formulate a proper response. All she could do was gape at him and blush. Adrien was pink himself and had to look away for a moment. Fuck, he actually said that. He forced himself to look back and laughed awkwardly.

"Too cheesy?" He asked. She was so dumbfounded that she couldn't even shake her head.

"I-I dunno," she muttered. Was he flirting with her? What was flirting? Has he been flirting this whole time? Why was he flirting with her? This is why she needed Alya.

"Um…y-you're a masterpiece…too," she blurted. It was Adrien's turn to turn embarrassingly red. Holy fuck she was cute.

"T-thanks," he stuttered. Damn she was too cute for his own good. They stood there awkwardly with their hands clasped tightly together and their faces red.

"Uh l-let's look at this one over here," she suggested and lead him to a different piece of artwork.

"Yeah, okay," he muttered and followed her.

His hand felt sweaty in hers, but he didn't want to let go. Then again he didn't want to get his gross hand sweat all over her, so he quickly let go to wipe off the sweat and reached for it again to feel nothing. He looked to where her hand should've been and found she had it over her chin in thought as she examined the next piece. Her finger was over her lip and he was stuck looking at her mouth again. Fuck this was torturous. Why did he feel such a strong urge to kiss her and hold her hand?

"You like Marinee-eette you like Marinee-eette," Plagg sang quietly. Adrien batted at the creature in his collar which caught Marinette's attention. All she saw was him slapping the back of his neck with an irritated look on his face. She raised an eyebrow as he looked over at her.

"Uh, I thought I felt a mosquito," he lied.

"Okay," she replied and moved on to the next painting. Adrien followed, desperate to find away to hold her hand again as he looked up at the painting. They were in the Renaissance section and the piece in front of them was of two women being carried away by scary looking men on horses. Adrien leaned down closer to Mari and whispered in her ear as if they were sharing a secret.

"Those guys don't look very nice," he commented. She smiled and laughed a little.

"They're not nice at all. They're raping those poor girls," she told him. He blinked.

"Oh. That's not very nice at all."

"Nope."

"The girls might be pretty, but that doesn't mean you have to rape them."

Marinette nodded.

"I love the way Renaissance artists paint pale skin. It looks almost iridescent and transparent," she said. He nodded as he noticed the subtle different colors in the skin tones.

"Yeah, I can see that. Like there's little hints of blue and green," he said.

"Exactly."

"It's very beautiful," he agreed and looked back down at her. She returned his gaze a smiled up at him. Her blue eyes more gorgeous than any ocean could dream of.

"Absolutely stunning," he murmured. Neither of them could tell if he was talking about her or the painting.

"I'm glad you agree. Not everyone can really understand art. They only see what they want and not what's actually there," her words flooded his brain and made absolute perfect sense despite him not absorbing any of it. He nodded.

"Yeah…" his eyes returned to her lips. He still wanted to kiss her. Everything was telling him to do it (including Plagg) and he really wanted to.

"Sometimes people only pay attention to the size of girls in Renaissance art work, but they don't realize that's what was beautiful at the time. I still think it's beautiful," she continued. Adrien was only half listening when she turned her head back to look at the painting. How was he going to do this? Should he do it all at once or slowly lean in? Why did he feel so nervous? He just wanted to kiss her. Why was he working himself up over this? As Adrien was in the middle of his mental melt down Marinette decided to move on to the next painting.

"C'mon there's another one over here-" she stopped when she felt his hand on her wrist stop her. She looked back at him and he froze. Dammit. That wasn't what he wanted to do. He just wanted to pull her in the moment he touched her and then kiss her. But no, he was stuck frozen staring at her sparkling blue eyes.

"Did you want to look at this one a little longer?" She asked. He gulped and nervously bit his bottom lip.

"Uh…n-no, that's not what I wanted," he said.

"What is it then?" She asked curiously.

"Uh…" he took a deep breath and shifted his hand back in hers. He felt relieved to feel her soft palm again and intertwine their fingers once again.

"I…wanted to hold your hand again," he told her. It was a half truth because that was his main goal from the moment she let go.

"O-oh…" she was back to a red face as he pulled her closer. He placed his hand on the small of her back and she felt more relaxed then the last time he did.

"And um…I also k-kinda wanted to…um," he felt his nerves fail him as he looked away.

"You're thinking too much, just do it," Plagg whispered.

Adrien gulped. Plagg was right. He was using his head too much and over thinking everything. He took another deep breath and shut off his brain. Without trying to comprehend what he was doing he leaned down and captured her lips with a soft kiss. He refused to think about what he was doing. All he could think was oh god her lips are so soft and warm, and how nice it felt to finally kiss her. He never wanted to pull away, so he tilted his head to the side and kissed her again. She gasped quietly, almost like a whisper, when he did it, but kissed him back regardless. Adrien Agreste was kissing her. He was actually kissing her, and it definitely wasn't a short one. When he kissed her a third time she reached up and gripped his sleeved in her hands. She stood up on her tip toes to reach him better as she felt his warm breath on her bottom lip. He finally pulled back and looked down at her. It still took him a while to realize he really kissed her. Holy fuck.