Chat Noir wished the distance between his home and Marinette's hadn't been so great, for every moment he spent without her felt too long. He was perhaps being overdramatic. But he would not change his wish.

They'd been talking about it for months. It wasn't that they didn't enjoy the novelty of going to each other's homes or sneaking out for night dates and leaving in the morning. In fact, the excitement in sneaking around was liking something they'd never get over, and made some things just a little bit more, enthralling.

It was at one of their night dates that they had this discussion.

"Hey Marinette?" he said, calling out to her as she lay on his chest. He hoped she couldn't feel his heart racing beneath his shirt.

"Yea?"

"Wanna move in together?"

"Sure." Adrien's eyes widened and he was sure his heart skipped a beat at the one syllable. He hadn't expected her to accept so casually. He sat up suddenly, disturbing his girlfriend's comfort.

"Seriously?" he asked incredulously. She blinked, confused by his confusion.

"Yes? It's not as if this is something new?"

"Well, yea but we never really…" His words had left him.

"I made up my mind ages ago," Marinette admitted, shrugging. "I've already had this panic attack." Having already done this, she was prepared to do it again.

"Really?"

"Oh yea." Marinette began ticking off her fingers. "Tikki had to walk me through it, and then I had a second one with Alya, and then I had a third one with my parents."

"You'll really move in with me?" he asked again, wrapping his arms around her in a strong and warm embrace that constrained her arms from reciprocating. She did her best to hold him with what little movement she had.

"Hm? Yea, of course. Why wouldn't I? We've been dating for how long? It's the next step, right?" Pink tinted her cheeks in darker shades the longer she spoke, trying to reason with herself and assure the both of them that she wasn't crazy for having agreed to his proposal.

"I don't know, I'm still trying to process this… wait, you've already told your parents?"

"Well… that one happened by accident, but they were totally okay with it." A million scenarios began to flood Adrien's mind. Dreams of picking out furniture together, cooking together, sleeping together and not having to wake up early to run off, owning a pet together, getting married, moving into a bigger home, having children…

Adrenaline was rushing in and out of his brain and he froze before he got too far ahead of himself. This was all assuming that Marinette would be with him every step of the way. He released her from his bear hug and put her arms length so he could really look at her.

"I'll get to wake up to your face every morning," he commented, grabbing hold of her hand and allowing this single thought to arise from the tumult. She grinned and brought both of their hands to his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed so that her head could rest on his chest once more.

"And we wouldn't have to arrange to meet up and travel just to see each other," she remarked. His free hand wrapped around her waist and midsection, drawing her closer to him.

"You'll always be close to me," came a whispered voice.

"You'll probably get sick of me," she replied, laughing gently.

"Never." Adrien's deep voice was so serious it sent pleasant shivers down her spine. Marinette snuggled her head deeper into her loving boyfriend's chest, closing her eyes.

"I wouldn't mind being close to you all the time either."

"Then it's settled. We'll start looking tomorrow."