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The first rays of light peeked through the window, washing across Alya. She squinted her eyes tight at the intruding rays. She was much too light of a sleeper to handle this right now, and from the throbbing of her head she was much too hungover as well. She groaned and burrowed into her pillow more, as lumpy as it was. Man she really needed to get a new one, this one felt practically boney.
She was really starting to wonder about the sudden firmness of her pillow when she felt it start to rise and fall slowly. Confused, Alya groped around the bed as best should could, trying to feel under her. However, she was surprised to find her arm tangled up and hard to move. It felt like it was trapped under another pillow. She finally huffed and cracked her eyes open to see what the big deal was.
This is when she was dragged back to the real world rapidly.
Her arm was trapped under a very heavy Marinette, her back turned to Alya as she curled up on top of everyone. Alya’s legs were tangled with what looked like Nino’s, his body lost on the other side of where Marinette separated them. And currently pillowed bellow Alya was Adrien, his chest rising and falling slowly as his body seemed to lay diagonal on the bed and stretched bellow all three of them.
Alya groggily realized that they were all still in their outfits from the night before. Adrien’s button up shirt was halfway undone, ending right where Alya’s head was. It also seems that he had shed his pants before getting in bed, his bright turquoise boxers glinting out from under Marinette. Marinette’s black and red floral dress was unzipped down her back, the top threatening to slip down past her shoulders. It looks like she had managed to take off the bra too, as it was idly laying between Alya and Nino’s legs. And as far as she could see Nino, the skinny jeans he was wearing had been shucked down to his knees but not taken off completely, leaving his heart patterned briefs to be shown to the world. As for herself, Alya’s tank top had been pulled up past her midriff and the button of her shorts was undone, but it looked like she was the most put together of all of them.
Just looking at the state of her roommates and best friends sent a fire jolting through Alya. She had scarcely let her eyes roam across the bodies when she felt like she had to screw them shut again. Here they all were, in varying levels of dress, and of course this had to be the one time she got hungover. Man, how had they even gotten here anyways? She racked her mind, trying to bring back details of the night before. That glorious night before, when she had felt the closest to her friends in such a long while. She felt her face heat up at the images that flashed through her mind, trying to figure out which parts happened and which parts she had imagined in her fevered dreams after the fact.
They had been at the club where Nino had been playing. She had danced the night away with Marinette and Adrien, alternating between the two of them and trying her hardest to get them to dance together while also trying to insert herself in as much as possible. And then Nino had come down and they had gotten him drinks to bring him up to speed with the rest of them. They had all danced, and the look in Nino’s eyes whenever he looked at her was intoxicating. And then….
Her pulse quickens, and the images and impressions come flooding back to her. The conversation came flooding back.
All of a sudden she could no longer stay in bed. She needed to get up, to walk around and think about what had happened and get away for a moment. And there was no way she was going to get up without disturbing the group.
For a brief moment she let the silence and the comfort flood through her. The weight of the people around her, embracing her and keeping her warm. How easy it even felt. This was something she was growing used to, and she never wanted it to change.
Slowly but surely she started to untangle herself from Marinette and Nino. She shimmied her arm out from Marinette, pausing for a moment when Marinette shifted on top of her, then pulling her arm out right before Marinette settled back down. Her legs were easier, managing to plant her hips and moving one leg after another. Nino’s sagging jeans were a bit of a problem as one of her feet hooked the waistline of them, but she was able to stop and avoid pulling them down further.
She was completely free now, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. With one last glance over the group she gingerly got up, standing finally with her back to the queen bed that was just containing the mess of her friends. As she stretched, her back popping and clicking, she felt something brush her bare calf. Looking down, she saw Adrien’s hand idly hanging over the side of the bed. Looking back that Adrien now had one eye cracked open, looking up at her from where we lay.
“Up already?” He whispered huskily, the sleep not yet gone from him.
Alya nodded simply, trying her best not think about the momentary increase of her pulse. “Just stepping out for a moment,” She lied.
He nodded languidly and his eye slid close. He brushed a finger against her leg again before mumbling, “Come back quick, you were warm.”
When Alya arrived in the bathroom, she was feeling much more awake. She glanced at herself in the mirror, seeing that the makeup from the night before was still there and very much smudged. Taking her time she cleaned off her face, and with that the fogginess of her hangover started to clear slightly. It always felt good to relax a bit in the morning, cleaning up from the night before. When she was done there was one startling feeling left. Hunger.
She managed to get through one bowl of cereal when the first person walk in.
“Hey,” Nino croaked, “You feeling alright?” He pulled out a chair opposite of her and slumped down into it.
She mulled over the question. “Better now I guess,” She decided. “It helps a lot to just get moving the morning after.” She glanced down to see that he had managed to get his pants back on and buttoned up. Shame. “I was actually just going to take a shower. You know, get a head start before everyone was up.”
Nino scratched his chin and nodded along. “Good idea. Man it would be so nice to clean up, bet it would feel better after having a night like that,” He muttered.
You could join me if you wanted. Was something that Alya was thinking but not saying. Save some water and time for the both of us. Which crossed her mind right after. And then you could really wake me up with -
“Well I think I am going to do that right away,” Alya said hurriedly to avoid growing any redder from her own thoughts. “Yes, I think a nice cold shower is what I need right now.”
“Sure, whatever you say,” Nino replied with a chuckle. He bit his lip, thinking as she took her bowl back to the sink to wash it. Right as she started to walk past him his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. “Hey, do you think we could….uhhhhh….” He trailed off, his eyes scrunching up as he willed the words out. “We could uhhhhh talk? Yeah talk. I was thinking about mmmmm talking.”
All she could do was quirk an eyebrow up. “Yes? We can do that?” She replied, taking a step back so she could look at him better. “I can hold off for a moment if you want.”
The moment of pause she gave him seemed like it helped to steel his confidence. Up until a point where a strange, almost pained look crossed his face. He let go of her hand and jumped up from the chair. “Actually, let’s hold off for a moment,” He said weakly before shoving the chair aside and dashing to the bathroom. Concerned, Alya took a few steps to follow him but was stopped short of the retching sound that came from the closed door. Sighing, she shook her head. “Looks like that shower is going to have to wait.”
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The weights were gone, and Adrien was getting peeved by it.
He had been quite comfortable to have three distinct bodies laying atop of him, pressing him down firmly into the mattress. Somehow he always ended up on the bottom of these piles, but he would never give his friends the satisfaction of knowing that he did it on purpose. There was something so reassuring about having three of the people who he cared most about pressing their whole weight into him. But now he was down to one, and he was trying not to think too hard about it.
Mainly because this last weight was settled right on his hips.
It felt like a shoulder digging into his hip. After how many times this had happened he was getting good at identifying body parts. They were on their side, and he could feel their breath ghosting down to his knees. It did not help that he was no longer wearing pants. The fact of this had caused him to wake up much quicker than he would have liked, his brain jumping on the fact very quickly and running through how things could get super awkward.
Finally though he decided it was time to really wake up and asses the situation. He had kept his eyes closed as long as possible, trying to keep the sun out for as long as he could. But now it was time for the big reveal between him and whoever was weighing on him.
He cracked his eyes open, and took in the figure curled up away from him. Then his heart quickened as he took her in.
There was Marinette, her exposed back to him and almost bursting out of her dress. It had been unzipped and was falling off her shoulders, and he had a glorious view of her well muscled back. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, pooling on his stomach. This was not something he had even dared dream of waking up to, but here she was.
This had to change right away.
The one thing on his side was that Marinette was a pretty heavy sleeper. Maybe he could get her to move without her even noticing. Carefully, he reached out a hand and placed it on her shoulder. She barely budged when he shook her slightly, but she grunted softly when he tried to roll her over. Gingerly, he decided to change tactics. He wormed a hand under her, trying to ignore how loose her dress was as he moved his hand between them. She grunted again as he lifted her up slightly, his years of working out letting him do so easily. He had almost shimmied out from under her when she groaned.
Before he realized it Marinette had stretched out, tensing up and pushing against his hand. With a slight sigh she fell back against his stomach and snuggled in further. Adrien held his breath as she stilled once more, only to let it out in surprise when she languidly rolled over to face him. There was a line on her face from where she had drooled in her sleep, and her hair was wild and mussed, but her eyes were still closed for the time being.
Well this had gotten more difficult.
Adrien was running over ways he could possibly get her off when she grunted and started to feel around his chest. Her expression screwed up in annoyance as she felt around his muscled chest. Finally she cracked open an eye and looked at him. “Why are you so firm,” She grunted.
“Uhhhh, genetics?” Adrien blurted.
“You should change that,” Marinette sighed as she closed her eyes again.
Silence defended between them as Marinette’s breathing evened out again. Then, it stopped. She started to feel around again, pressing her hand back into the firm pecs in front of her face. All at once her eyes flew open and she pushed herself up, her hair falling around her face. “Holy crap! Holy crap I’m so sorry Adrien! I was fondling you and, oh man I should have known the firmness as soon as I felt it. You were just so comfortable, I mean as comfortable as one can get on sculpted abs like yours, which is not to say I was not sleeping well anyways and and and….why are you covering your face?”
Adrien could hear the concern in her voice, but it was all he could do to screw his eyes shut. “Your, uh, your dress,” He managed to squeak out as a blush started to spread across his face. Confused, Marinette looked down to see that her dress had slid down farther from pushing herself up so quickly.
They were quickly sporting matching blushes as Marinette squeaked and quickly fixed the malfunction. “Shit, sorry about that,” she said through a forced laugh. “Probably not what you want to see first thing in the morning.”
“I don’t know about that,” Adrien coughed before he could catch himself. Everything went still as the words settled in, and then he groaned and ground his palms into his eyes. Maybe if he did it hard enough he could change the subject to not having eyes anymore and avoid this whole thing. “Im sorry, it’s early and all that,” He tried.
“Yeah, yeah, early and all that,” Marinette laughed awkwardly. “If I knew you were like this in the morning I would have gotten you in bed sooner.” She took a second to kick herself mentally before adding, “because you say the funniest things! When you are tired! Just like me. I am tired as so I am saying strange things because I just woke up next to you and I need to stop talking but I seem to be incapable so if I just keep going then at some point it will get better and then we can forget about this whole thing and why am I still talking oh my-“
Adrien finally took a hand away from his face to place a hand over her mouth, finally silencing her. She looked relieved, and when he took it away she said quietly, “Thanks, could not find the off switch.”
He shifted his hand to her shoulder and gave her a quick pat. “Don’t worry about it, I am quite familiar with the Marinette ramble,” He chuckled.
There was a silence between them, and both of them looked at each other with questions floating in their minds. It was broken when they both opened their mouths at the same time, only to close it when they saw the other person was going to talk. “You go, oh sorry,” they both tried, smiles breaking out on their faces. Finally Marinette took the initiative and placed a finger in front of his mouth to silence him. “I was hoping we could talk,” She managed to say with all her early morning confidence.
A low chuckle came from Adrien. “I was hoping the same thing actually,” He admitted. Then he glanced down and seemed to notice that he was not wearing his pants. He gave a quick cough and said, “Do you think I could go grab a pair of pants? Im not sure where mine are.”
It took all of Marinette’s willpower to not look behind her and what must be the amazing sight of Adrien in his underwear and instead stared straight ahead and gave a quick nod. “Yes, I think I would also like to change if you don’t mind, “She managed. “Want to meet back here after getting cleaned up?”
“How about in your room?” Adrien offered as they both moved to the side of the bed. “I think Alya would probably rather have her room back.”
Marinette smiled and tried her best to keep her eyes on his face as he got up. “Sure! I’ll see you there.” He gave her another soft smile before turning and walking out the room. Only then did she allow herself to glance down as he was leaving.
“I think I need a cold shower,” She muttered to herself as she leaned back on the bed.
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Nino was still recovering in the bathroom when he heard a knock on the door. “Come on in,” he said from where he was sitting on the floor. The door opened to reveal Marinette standing before him with a bundle of cloths in her hands.
Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw him, then smirked down at him. “Looks like you had a bit too much to handle huh,” She laughed.
“Ah shove it,” Nino managed his own weak smile. “I am pretty sure you were the one who kept putting the drinks in front of me.”
She just shook her head and came to sit across from him on the closed toilet seat. “Too be fair I just wanted to celebrate a gig well done by my favorite DJ,” She said soothingly.
“You did a pretty good job of that,” He laughed. When he had finished up she had led him giggling down from the booth. He was grateful when they met their friends at the bar and she pushed two shot glasses in his hands, insisting they were both for him. They were like fire going down, the same way his face felt as they slapped him on the back and praised him for his music. They had gone back to the dance floor, but soon after Marinette dragged him back to the bar. She insisted she needed him to catch up to them.
There had apparently been an ulterior motive to this as well. “You thought any more about what we talked about at the bar?” Nino asked, nervously wondering if she remembered what he did.
For a moment the confusion on her face would say otherwise, but then she remembered and nodded. “Yes, all that talk about our friends,” She said. “I was actually going to follow through with that you know. Im going to talk to Adrien after a quick shower.”
“Same here actually,” Nino said, impressed that they had both already decided to make their moves. “Guess that liquid courage carried through to this morning huh?”
She had insisted thats also what it was for last night. When he had asked her she had puffed up her cheeks in annoyance and shoved the shots at him again. “I need courage to think about it! And so do you, so you can be my wingman,” She had claimed.
“Need courage to even think about it?” Nino had asked, grimacing at the aftertaste. “I mean I get what you mean but you gotta have to have thought about it without booze.”
“Thats besides the point thought!” She whined. “Most times I can think about….asking Adrien out without booze. But tonight…” She shivered dramatically. “Dear lord, did you see how he was dancing with Alya? With Me?? That boy has some seriously good moves for being as sheltered as he is.”
“Yeah, I still have no idea where he learned all of them. Certainly not from me,” Nino replied. “And oh boy do I know what you mean. I feel like they know we want to ask them out and are just taunting us at this point.”
Marinette had moaned and placed her head on the bar. After a moment she turned to pout at Nino. “Do you think it’s still a good idea? I mean Adrien is just so perfect, I bet he has all sorts of girls after him. What makes me different? The fact that we live across the hall from each other?”
“I think you are selling yourself short,” Nino laughed as he slid into the stool next to her, motioning to the bartender for two more drinks. “You meet up with him multiple times a week to go working out as well as having him literally eating out of the palm of your hand. He really has eyes only for you girl, you gotta see that by now.”
“Yeah well I don’t know about that,” She said with a timid smile. “The way he looks at you and Alya sometimes makes me jealous. Speaking of, you need to ask her out! I need to wingman. Wingwoman? Wingperson my best friend. I know how you look at her.”
And there it was. Nino knew that he was not going to get away without talking about Alya, but he was hoping to put it off just a little bit longer. “Yeah yeah. I guess I do like looking at her,” He admitted. “But let’s be honest, who in there right mind isn’t looking at Alya?”
“You know that is a good point,” Marinette agreed. “I mean I could see quite a few people tonight who were looking at her. BUT!” She yelled, seeing the angry look that passed over Nino’s face, “She had eyes for only one person. I can’t tell you how many times she kept glancing up at you in the booth and whispering in my ear she wished you would turn around so she could see your tight ass.”
Nino swore the heat on his face was from the drinks and not from him blushing. “Well I guess that is kind of an indication that she might be interested,” he had coughed. There was a beat as the thought processed in his head, that Alya might still like him. That she might still like his butt. Then he made up his mind. “I’m going to do it,” he said resolutely, bringing his fist down on the bar with as much authority as he could muster. “Im going to ask her out on a date.”
Next to him Marinette shouted and shook his shoulder. “Thats right! Ask her out!”
“And you will ask Adrien out too,” He added, nodding confidently.
There was another moment’s pause as she took in what he had said. Then, she slowly started to nod too. “You know what, hell yes,” She had said. “Yes, let’s both do it! Let’s ask those two fools out on dates finally!”
After shaking on their resolution they were joined again by Adrien and Alya. They were flushed and grinning when they came up next to Marinette and Nino laughing and hugging the other two and dragging them back out to the dance floor.
“I guess we never really got them alone last night after all huh,” Nino lamented. There were a couple fuzzy moments where they could have but they were all iterated by the setting or the other two. Then another memory from the end of the night surfaced. Nino looked at Marinette with confusion on his face. “Hey, do you remember when we were walking home?”
She thought a moment before replying with a smirk, “Yeah. You and Alya were allegedly ’too tired’ so Adrien and I carried you two home. You just wanted an excuse to get a free piggy back right thought didn’t you.”
He waved her off. “Thats besides the point,” he tried. “Did anything…strange happen with you and Alya?”
“I don’t think so?” She replied, starting to try and remember. “It was a quick walk, and Alya is so light it was not really a problem. We talked a bit about the night. By the way,” She smirked, “She could once again not get over your ass. Especially when it was right in front of us.”
“Yes yes, I have a nice ass,” He said. “Anything else?”
“Well….come to think of it maybe?” She said with a frown. “Right when we got home I told Alya to get off because we were here. And before she did…oh goodness I forgot about that.” A blush started to bloom on her cheeks as the memory came back, and Nino felt the curiosity getting to him. After he prompted her she cleared her throat and managed, “She turned my head and kissed me on the lips? Trust me I was not expecting it, and when I asked her about why she had done that she said she was just passing it on I guess?” There was a pause and then, “I’m sorry Nino, I know we had talked about you asking her out but who am I to deny a kiss from her?”
“No no, don’t worry,” Nino assured. “I…actually had something similar happen to me on the way back.” When Marinette’s eyebrow arched in a silent question he cleared his throat and explained. “Right about the same time I was telling Adrien about what a great time I had and how glad I was too have him there. And he said something that I was too good of a friend for him not to be there and what have you and then he said he had something to pass on. And then the same thing happened to me, all of a sudden he turned and gave me a kiss on the lips.”
They sat in silence, thinking about the other two in their quartet. “I wonder what made them both do that?” Marinette wondered. “Should we ask them about it?”
“I don’t think we need to do that right now,” Nino said hurriedly. “I mean we are both about to ask one of them out. I think we can talk to our best friends about it after that business is done. Speaking of, you probably want to get cleaned up don’t you.”
Marinette jolted up from the toilet seat. “Oh goodness, I forgot!” She exclaimed. She immediately tripped trying to get into the shower in her excitement. Nino had to laugh as she gripped onto the curtain for support before glaring at him. “You know how I am when I’m nervous,” She groaned before shooing him away.
He retreated from the bathroom with his hands in the air. “I know that,” He said with a smile. “But you might want to try taking your cloths off before turning that water on. That dress is too nice to ruin in the water.” Her hand stilled on the water knob, moments away from dousing herself. She stuck her tongue out to him and closed the curtain fully. He just chuckled and closed the door behind him. He could wash his face off in the kitchen sink. He did not know how long he had, but the least he could do was make himself presentable.
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When Adrien made it to the other side of the hall, he was surprised to hear the water running in their bathroom. He hadn’t seen either Alya or Nino on his way over, but it looked like Nino had beaten him to the shower this time. Now that he heard the water running, a shower sounded really nice now. The makeup he had put on the night before was not feeling amazing the morning after, so at the very least he should wash his face off.
As he passed by the door, he saw that it was slightly ajar. Well, maybe if he slipped in he could wash his face off quickly and then get back to Marinette quicker.
The mirror was fogged up when he slipped in. He grabbed the towel on the rack and quickly wiped it off, throwing it back on the toilet. From there he focused on scrubbing off the eyeliner and blush with some makeup remover that he kept handy behind the mirror. He was almost done when he heard the shower turn off next to him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tan hand reach out for where the towel had been. Realizing what had happened, he picked up back up and handed it over. “Sorry Nino, just wanted to clean off my face,” He explained as he turned to leave.
The scream that came from the other side of the curtain was certainly unexpected, and Adrien froze in fear. He whipped back around as the curtain was yanked aside enough for Alya to poke her head out and look at him. “ADRIEN!” She shouted, her eyes wide,” What the FUCK are you doing in here??”
Adrien could feel the color drain from his face. “I, uh, duh,” He tried. Finally, gesturing wildly to his face, he managed to choke out, “Make up?”
Alya’s face was quite red at this point, which he could only imagine was from the steamy shower she had taken. “Well, thank you for the towel,” She said in a low voice, “But I would appreciate some privacy.”
All he could do was nod dumbly as Adrien turned on his heal and jerkily walked out of the bathroom.
Soon after there was a soft knock on Adrien’s door. “Just want to make sure you have cloths on before I come in,” Alya said softly as she cracked the door open.
“Yeah you’re good,” Adrien croaked, his voice muffled.
She poked her head in to see him laying face down on the bed, his face buried in a pillow. He had pulled on a pair of sweatpants that clashed with the button up he was wearing. She shuffled over and sat on the side of the bed next to him, unsure if he needed comforting or something. Hesitantly she asked, “anything wrong?”
A grunt came from the pillow. “Well I just almost saw my two closest girl friends naked in the span of like fifteen minutes, so I’m just going to be a good boy from now on by never removing my head from this pillow.”
“Damn boi, that’s impressive,” Alya joked. “Mari’s falling dress get you?” Another grunt and a nod came from him. She patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Well to be fair, I bet the last thing you expected was to see me in your shower.”
“Yeah but let’s be honest, it was only a matter of time,” Adrien sighed as he finally turned to face her. Then a puzzled expression crossed his face. “Wait a second. Are you wearing my cloths?”
Alya looked down at herself and then shrugged. She was clad in a large Jagged Stone concert shirt a pair of his workout shorts. “Guilty I guess. I could not go back into my room, I wanted something big and comfy and I was going to meet with Nino so I figured it would be a little awkward to show up again wearing his cloths. So you’re wardrobe it was.” Adrien murmured in understanding. It was not the first time Alya had taken cloths from him, especially when they had a movie at his place and she wanted to get comfy and was too lazy to walk across the hall. There was a brief silence before Alya coughed and turned to him again. “Soooooo…what do you remember about last night?”
More puzzlement from Adrien. “You know, thats a good question,” He said as he propped himself up on one elbow. “I think I remember dancing with you and the other two once Nino was done. And then we had to get home and I carried Nino?” He paused the think more. “Wow, I am way more fuzzy than I remember,” he said with a laugh. “Is there something I am supposed to remember?”
“Oh no! No no you are good,” Alya replied hastily. Like a totally normal person. Who did not want to bring up what had actually happened between them.
But it seems that Adrien had started to think about what had gone down harder. “Wait, there was something else wasn’t there,” He said. “Nino and Marinate went to the bar to get drinks and we ended up talking by the bathrooms? Or like along a hallway? It’s coming back to me now.”
Well so much for that plan Alya thought with a groan. He definitely remembered. “Yeah we were right next to the DJ booth,” She supplied. “Do you remember what we talked about?”
Another beat passed before Adrien’s eyes lit up. “Oh yes! It’s all coming back to me now. We were talking about Marinette and Nino.” A smile played on his lips. “And how we need to ask them out. I do very much remember that part. I was going to ask Marinette this morning actually!”
Of course you are you silly golden boy Alya thought. It had come back to her as she looked at his sleeping form just a short while ago.
They had gotten off the dance floor, a whirlwind of giggles and touching hands. They pressed close to hear each other over the beat of the music. They had confided in each other that the other needed to ask out their best friend already. “You need to finally get with my girl, I know how you feel,” She had said teasingly.
“Only if you get with my boy,” Adrien countered. “You guys have been circling each other since we all moved in together. What’s the problem? I mean have you seen his ass?”
She spilled to him, telling him about how unsure she was about it all. She leaned against him as she unloaded about how good he was and what if it doesn’t stick again? “He is such a good guy but it’s so complicated,” She moaned into his ear in exasperation. She remembered frowning at the deep laugh Adrien gave at that last one. “What, you’re in the same place!” She grumbled as she punched his shoulder.
“I know I know, “ He said with that amazing smile playing on his lips. “Listen, I get all of that. I feel so much the same with Marinette, but I think it’s time I try! I just feel so good around her you know?” A coy look crossed his face. “And if Nino turns you down, you are more than welcome to join me and Mari on our date.”
Alya remembers how her blood had boiled for so many reasons at that comment. Her mind was already so fuzzy from the drinks, she did not need this kind of confusion to mess with her more. She tried her best to just shoot back with something like “Well thats if Marinette agrees to share you,” But it felt hollow. Of course Marinette would want him to herself. They were best friends sure but sharing a guy….
“Hey, it’s okay,” Adrien had crooned as he slid his arms around her shoulders and brought them face to face. “Listen you are going to get Nino. I know for a fact he really wants you too. And we are all adults! If there are problems, we just gotta face them and work through them. Besides you two are too cute together. Too. Man that was a lot of to’s.”
“So what’s the big deal about our talk,” Adrien asked, bringing Alya back to the present. “We helped each other out and then went back to the other two! I mean that sounds like mission accomplished to me. There was like nothing that…nothing after…” He trailed off, realization dawning. Alya bit her lip, dreading what he was going to say but knowing it was coming. “Oh man.” He muttered, that wonderful blush breaking across his cheeks again. “Oh man we kissed didn’t we.”
Alya groaned and brought her face down to her knees and into her hands. There it was. “We kissed after talking about-“ Adrien started before she cut him off with a very pointed look between her fingers.
It had been amazing. Sue her.
It felt so right! There he was, one of the boy’s of her dreams standing right in front of her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. A smirk was on his face. Her hands were on his waist. She knew she was fuzzy from the drinks but it felt so damn right. She almost wished Marinette and Nino were there with them, but all she could think about was the boy in front of her instead. There had been a point where they both knew, they both felt it in the air. They had stopped, their eyes locking, before they both leaned in slow and locked lips.
It had felt like fireworks in her chest. Just like with Nino all those years ago when they had shared their first kiss as young and dumb teenagers. To be fair she was still a teen but she felt the same. They had stayed like that, just engrossed in each other for a moment before pulling away. She did not want it to end, but it had too. So they had silently separated and then made their way over to the bar.
And if they had held hand until they got there well then sue her again.
There was silence in Adrien’s room. They were both still processing, the feelings surfacing rapidly and hard. Adrien was the first to try. “Well…I guess that happened?” He stated. “I mean, um. Well between us, huh.”
Words seemed to be failing him, and Alya did not blame him. She sat back up and sighed. “I’m not exactly sure what to think either,” she admitted, electing a dumb nod from him. “Do we need to like, um, talk about this?”
“I mean, if you want to?” Adrien admitted. “I guess are we still both…on plan for asking out Marinette and Nino?”
“Well I sure am,” Alya said. “Maybe it’s just enough that we both know it happened? I mean it was fun, right? We can just leave it there for now and I guess if it’s a thing later….” She tampered off, unsure of where to go from here. “Look, I really do like you too,” She sighed. “Its just…I really like Nino too. And Marinette is my best friend too, I’m not about to get in the way of that. So how about we agree to be friends for now?”
There was a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see Adrien sitting next to her wearing a sad smile. “I think you are a great person too, but I can’t agree more at the moment,” He said. “I mean let’s be honest, we can pretty much stay the same as before. But….maybe we should talk to the other two about it?”
“Whoa there cowboy, burn that bridge when we get to it,” Alya laughed. She placed her hand on his and for a moment it was just them, alone in the world except for each other. Then she gave it a pat and stood up, determination in her eyes. “Alright, it’s time to get me a man. Wish me luck.”
“You go girl,” Adrien laughed as she marched out. He sat for a moment before looking back down at himself. There was a lot swirling in his mind. He had the nagging feeling as well that there were some other things he had done last night. For now though those thoughts could wait. He should really get around to actually cleaning up and putting real cloths out. He had his own conversation to get too.