Adrien and Marinette stood awkwardly at the front door to her home, which happened to be the side door of the bakery. He knew what traditionally followed a good date with a girl. He knew, but he was frankly anxious. What if she wasn't ready for that yet? They had only just gone on their first date, it was quite possible that she wasn't ready. It was probably best if he didn't do anything.

But what if she was expecting it? His choice not to kiss her might result in her thinking he wasn't interested, and that was certainly far from the truth. He might ruin everything if he left now. She might even think it an insult!

Then again, if Marinette hadn't been expecting anything, then she might not have chosen to stand with him in front of the entrance to her home in silence for so long. If she wasn't expecting anything, she might had already gone inside. He had certainly given her enough time and opportunity to leave. The whole situation was fairly telling, but regardless of that fact, his anxiety still ate at him.

"Thanks for walking me to the door," Marinettte said, breaking the painful stillness. Her voice was shy and sweet. She tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear, which promptly fell back in front of it.

"It was my pleasure," he replied, trying not to seem too distressed. He felt that he was very obviously distracted by her every movement, and desperately didn't want to come off as creepy.

Another silence followed.

Marinette tugged at the ends of one of her pigtails absentmindedly and bit her lip. She was drawing attention to her lips. She was probably doing that on purpose. It was probably a sign to kiss her. Adrien wanted to think it was a sign, but then again, he was in the habit of overthinking things.

If he kissed her, he could be wrong; if he didn't kiss her, he could be wrong. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

Adrien wasn't paying her much attention anymore, his brain reeling with worry and uncertainty. It was likely melting the way butter would on a hot stack of pancakes, though much less appetizing.

All the while he panicked, someone was getting impatient with him. Without his noticing, Marinette put her hands on his chest and gave him a swift peck on the lips, pulling back quickly and coloring a bright red. Her eyes were determined to bore down into the earth when he looked at her in shock, his complexion coming to match hers.

"Oh," he murmured, not able to form much else of a thought than this. Marinette's lips thinned in nervousness. When nothing happened for another few awkward moments, she decided that it was time to go inside and wallow in her poor life choices. She started to turn toward the door.

"Well, good night Ad-!" Marinette didn't get a chance to finish her sentence before Adrien's stunned silence wore off. He reached out and took hold of her left arm at the crook of her elbow and stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Without any time to gather what had occurred, his hand was cupping the side of her face, and his lips were on hers.

It took a moment for her ability to create coherent thoughts to return to her, even if it was only enough for her to know to kiss him back. Marinette melted into Adrien and reached both of her arms out to rest on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. His other hand came to touch her waist, and they remained for a second longer before breaking away. Their eyes where filled with languor when they gazed at one another. Adrien took a step back and bowed before her, taking a hand whilst he did.

"Bonne nuit, My Lady," he professed, kissing the back of Marinette's hand. The girl blushed, coming to terms with what had just transpired.

"Bonne nuit, chaton,' she replied. Unlocking the door and slipping inside, Marinette hesitated before going out of sight. "We should do this again."

"Tomorrow, perhaps?" Adrien asked wistfully. A tender grin crept onto her face.

"Tomorrow sounds perfect."