Owning your own home is hard. Nobody had ever explicitly told Marinette this fact, and she wished someone had. Government papers were splayed out onto the dining table and she sat before them, trying to make sense of them all.

It wasn't helping at all that just outside the window, rain splattered on, leaving her without a moment's rest or silence.

Marinette ran her fingers through her hair, forgetting it was still wet until she had touched it. She groaned and wiped the water onto her pants before getting back to work. It didn't last very long, before she went back to slamming her head on the table.

"Marinette?" Adrien's voice called from down the hall. "Are you okay?"

"Noo…" she moaned, "I give up!" His laughter rang in the distance. "Please come save me," Marinette pleaded. She got up from the chains of the chair and followed the sound of his voice, deeper into their home. At the end of the hall, a door opened, steam wafting out of every crevice. "Adrien, you need to stop taking such long showers." Of course, she was considering the cost of their water bill.

"But it feels so nice to take long showers," he complained. Marinette could hardly open her mouth to speak when she saw the golden sun that seemed to emerge from the bathroom, the steam and light creating a halo of godliness to surround her boyfriend's presence. She cursed under her breath. Adrien was stepping out with a towel around his waist and another towel on his shoulders, which he was using to dry off the side of his head. His hair glistened in the indoor lighting, which was something she didn't believe possible. The blond Adonis was her sunshine salvation on the dreary day.

She may not have noticed it, but she stared only a little bit too long at her boyfriend. He grinned.

"I would have thought after having already seen each other naked, you would be used to this by now," Adrien remarked, gesturing to his bare torso. She was only mildly irked by the smug grin on his face.

"Are you telling me that you're going to get use to me? Bored of me?" she replied. Cocking his head, he thought about this for a moment.

"Good point. Probably won't," he replied absentmindedly, bring the towel on his shoulders up to scruff at his damp hair. Marinette raised an eyebrow, stepping towards him with a sultry look in her eye, her movement smooth and as flirtatious as she could muster.

"Probably?" Adrien didn't bother to finish drying his hair, busying his hand with wrapping around the small of her back instead.

"I will never get bored of you, My Lady." A quick peck on the lips told him that the truth was the right thing to say.

"Even when I grow old and wrinkly?" she teased.

"Even then."

"Does that mean you'll help me figure out the taxes?" Adrien chuckled at her priorities. He landed a quick peck on her forehead.

"Always."

Author's Note: Aright, so I kind of cheated on this one. But it still sort of fits?