"I still can't believe I haven't been to your place, Marinette," Adrien said, as they walked home from school, holding hands. "Don't worry, we've been hanging out at my second home a lot," Marinette giggled. Adrien looked confused. "Starbucks? Oh."
As Marinette unlocked the door, the first word to come to mind was cozy. "Its to bad we couldn't go for a walk today, but the rain's coming down pretty hard. You would like some herbal tea?"
As Marinette set to work, Adrien leaned against the counter, a grin on his face. Marinette peeked at him and blushed. "What?" "Oh, I don't know. I just thought a watermelon like you would like something more sugary. Maybe nectar and honey?" "Hey, your sweet enough, Agreste. And I'm surprised you wanted tea, for a cat's favorite drink is warm milk." "If I have warm milk, I'll fall asleep and I don't think you want to hear me snore." "Oh, I'm heard you snore." Adrien stiffened. "When?"
"On patrol. You kept yawning so offered you my lap as a pillow. You were out like a light and your ears kept flapping. It was adorable." Adrien turned a red color. "Ha! Who's the watermelon now?"
"Still you, you Watermelon you," Adrien grabbed her hands and swung her around in a circle. Much giggling followed, until Adrien pulled Marinette into his arms. "I love you, Marinette." Marinette snuggled into his warm sweatshirt. "We've found each other, so we're not alone anymore."
The couple jumped as the tea kettle shrieked, and Marinette set the teabags in the mugs. "Huh, kinda sounds like you, meowing for your dinner." "Hey, I'm a growing kitty and I need food. Besides, your the best cook in the world." He sighed and licked his lips. Marinette's brownies were something of a legend or at least that's what he thought. "Don't let Papa here you say that. He's proud of his cooking," Marinette joked as she piled a few cookies onto a plate. "Now, let me show you my room."
"Very pink," was Adrien's first impression. "So, this is where the magic happens?" "Yes, and don't you go snooping! Your Christmas present is around here somewhere!" Adrien's green eyes grew soft. "I'm invited to Christmas?" "The day wouldn't be the same without you. Now, come on, I want to show you the balcony."
Though the air was cold, a few leaves still clung to small forest on Marinette's balcony. "Wow, look that view." They stood at the railing, looking out at their beloved Paris.
Marinette and Adrien were quiet as they sipped their tea. A gentle but cold rain started, and they ducked back under and headed back inside.
It was warm and cozy in Marinette's room, where the sound of pattering raindrops could be heard. But another pattering sound could be heard: Two hearts beating with love.