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Adrien had pulled her halfway to Collège Françoise Dupont before slowing down. While the color on his face had mostly returned to normal, Marinette was sure her blush was permanent.
Pausing at an intersection, he rubbed the back of his neck, looking unsure of himself. “Do you want to do something? Like a movie? Or dinner? Or would you rather me take you home?”
Marinette blinked.
Adrien Agreste was asking her out on a date.
Adrien Agreste was asking her out on a date.
“Yes!” Marinette replied, a little too enthusiastically. “Anything! …err, I mean, whatever you’d like to do sounds good to me.”
His reaction was instantaneous, a wide smile grinning back at her. “Well there is one thing I’d like to do, but where?” Adrien glanced around. Marinette looked on at her boyfriend (boyfriend!) as the model spotted a secluded alleyway and lead her to it.
…Wait. Alleyway?
Before she could say a word about his poor first date spots, he transformed. With a smirk he reached out and bopped her on the nose.
“Tag.”
Tag? Forget poor first date locations, Adrien had poor taste in first date activities.
“Get back here you mangy cat!” she yelled at his fleeing form, as he disappeared to the rooftops. Transforming herself, Marinette gave chase.
Catching him proved to be more of a challenge than she originally thought. Her kitty could be quite stealthy when he wanted to be. She almost caught him at the Arc de Triomphe, but he slipped away mere centimeters from her fingers. Then she lost him again at the Lourve, only to spot him again at the Champ de Mars.
Climbing the Eiffel Tower, Marinette was certain she had seen his tail flick behind a beam. Zipping upwards, she prepared to pounce on her partner. However, she was greeted by an abandoned beam, no cat themed superhero anywhere. Huffing, Marinette turned to throw her yo-yo up to the next beam, determined to find the devilish boy, only to have a pair of strong arms pull her back.
“My Lady,” Chat Noir whispered into her ear mirthfully.
Turning around, Marinette bopped him on the nose. “Tag.”
The masked boy only grinned wider, pulling his arms around her frame. Marinette hummed in contentment.
“Beautiful view, beautiful girl. And you know what the best part about this place?” He winked at her. “No parents. No interruptions.”
“Are you going to use that as an excuse to kiss me from now on, Chaton?”
“That depends, is it working?”
Blushing again, Marinette reached up to stroke his cheek. “Yes.”
“So we can finish it? The kiss, that is?” He looked at her, apprehensive in his eyes.
Marinette didn’t bother with an audible reply, choosing instead to press her lips against his. Reacting, Chat Noir pulled her in closer, holding his arms tighter around her waist. Not to be outdone, Marinette snaked her hands up to his hair, feeling the boy in her arms intensify the kiss.
Minutes passed, and Marinette couldn’t care less. She was too lost in the ways he pressed his lips into hers and the weight of his hands on her hips.
Breaking for a moment, he whispered “Je t’aime, Marinette” before resuming the kiss.
Marinette felt her heart swell. “Je t’aime, Adrien,” she whispered back.
“Je t’aime, Ladybug.”
She paused, pulling away to look him in the eye. Chat Noir smiled brightly, no reservations in his eyes, leaning back in for another kiss.
He loved her. All of her.
Wonderful feelings filled her being as she deepened the kiss.
No matter what the future held, the two of them would always have each other.
“Je t’aime, Chat Noir.”