"So this is a blanket fort, huh?"
Marinette smiled at Adrien's carefully neutral expression, and nodded. "Yup, this is a blanket fort. And one of my better ones, if you don't mind me saying so."
He continued to examine their construction, his head now tilted in consideration. "What makes it so good?"
"Well, your bed makes up one side of it, and the back of your couch makes up the other. It's an excellent structural foundation, and the blanket is well weighted on both sides. There're plenty of blankets and pillows in there to make it comfy cozy, we both have room to sit up or lay down, and we won't have to worry about it falling on our heads. It's pretty much perfect."
"So that's why you insisted on moving the couch and pulling out all of my extra bedding." Adrien looked up at her with excitement shining in his eyes. "Is it really worth it?"
Marinette grinned, and gestured to their fort. "You tell me."
He grinned back, finally letting his exuberance show, and grabbed up their bowl of popcorn. "Ladies first!"
"Why thank you, Chaton. Can you hit the lights?" He nodded, and she ducked under the edge of the blanket to settle herself among the bedding they'd piled up at the foot of his bed. The laptop was already under there, so she queued up their chosen movie as Adrien cut off the lights and crawled in to nestle beside her. She squirmed, and he lifted his arm so that she could tuck herself against him. When she was done, he dropped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze.
"Comfy?" He asked.
"Very. This has got to be the cushiest blanket fort ever. Why do you even have all this bedding?"
"I'm an Agreste," he reminded her sardonically.
"Oh, right," she replied, as if that explained everything. Because it did. "Ready for this?"
He gave her a smile that was all Chat Noir. "Of course. Are you sure you're ready?"
"Of course! I'm telling you, scary movies don't really bother me. I know this one is supposed to be intense, but…" She trailed off with a shrug, and eyed him challengingly. "It's okay to be afraid, even if I'm not. You know you can hold on to me if you need to."
"Haha," he deadpanned. "Ok, how about this. The first one to make a noise, loses."
Marinette raised her brows, intrigued. "Loses? Like, a bet?"
"Exactly like a bet."
"What will I get when you lose?"
He scoffed in reply, feigning insult. "On the incredibly slim chance that I lose, you have to…uh, take me out. On a date," he added rather dramatically.
Marinette's eyes widened, and she giggled at his theatrics. "Oh yeah?" She asked, poking him in the chest. "Well, if by some miracle I lose, then you have to take me out on a date!"
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"Oh, for the love of camembert!" Plagg phased through the blanket to glare at them, and was met with two blank stares. "Would you two just agree to go out already, and start the movie?!"
They shared a look, both of them blushing hotly, and then collapsed together in a pile of giggles.
"Ugh, you guys are the worst at this."
They only laughed harder.