Marinette sighed and shut her locker door. Was it wrong she wanted to kiss her boyfriend at her locker, but was annoyed when they got no privacy? "Just goes to show, Princess, that I can draw a crowd," Adrien whispered in her ear, grinning. Marinette scowled, but her bluebell eyes twinkled. "Do you want a kiss or not?" Instantly, Adrien's cheeks turned red. "I'll be good, I paw-mise!"
She giggled. "Meet me in the alley where we meet for patrol in ten minutes. I'll go one way, you go the other." He nodded, and they bumped fists.
Ten minutes later, Adrien found his girlfriend in the alley, leaning against the sun warmed brick wall. "You took your time," she teased. Adrien doubled over, trying to catch his breath. "Blame Plagg. Those Kwamis are fast!" "Let me guess. He ditched you at the cheese store?" "How did you know? Were you spying on me?" "Adrien, Plagg would live in a house of cheese if you let him!" "Shh, Princess keep your voice down! He'll do it, so don't you be giving him ideas!"
"Are we here for a kiss or not?" she asked. Instantly, Adrien's cheeks turned red. "Um….." "Your a fleabag, not a chicken."
How can I not be a chicken, when your lips are as soft as a berry, and your hair as dark as midnight...Adrien was soon off in the clouds.
Marinette straightened up, and Adrien leaned forward, feeling the sweat trickling down his neck. "You look a bit hot under the collar," Marinette smirked. Don't let her distract you, just go for the kiss! Closer, closer….Adrien turned away at the last second, face palming. "Why are you so scary?" he whimpered. "Thanks a lot. Now, come here."
Marinette took the incentive, grabbing Adrien's hands and bringing him back. Adrien felt a warm sensation hitting his cheeks as Marinette's lips brushed across his cheek. Wow, that was nice. His heart slowed, and he felt calmer now, as Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, growing bolder.
She was glad she had worn her shoes with heels today, because to kiss on tiptoe could be very tiring.
A soft look passed between them, hard as Marinette tried to keep her face neutral. But surprise flitted across her face as Adrien himself grew bold, planting a kiss on her lips, but accidentally stepping on her foot at the same time.
"Ouch! Fleabag!" Marinette yelped, paying back by placing her own foot upon his. Adrien laughed, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You owe me a coffee," she snapped. "You can take off the mask, but you will always be my Cockroach," Adrien said, taking her hand.