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Marinette sucked in a few deep breaths of air, brushing a hand through her bangs. She poured a couple of drinks for herself and Luka before fanning herself lightly as she smiled at the group of dancing students. Her pink dress swished at her legs as she scanned the room for her dancing partner. A voice startled her search, however, and she nearly dropped the two drinks that she was cradling in her hands as she spun around to face the person who had called her name.
Adrien grinned down at her, looking rather sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, “Sorry, Marinette. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She blinked at him for a moment before smiling brightly, “Oh that’s alright, Adrien. I just hadn’t expected someone to call my name!”
“You look very pretty tonight. Did you make that dress yourself?” he asks curiously.
Marinette smoothed out her pink, fluffy dress, beaming with pride as she examined it, “Yes, I did! I’m glad you like it. I worked really hard on it.”
“You’re really talented. It looks amazing,” she looked back up at him as his green eyes glimmered at her before nodding his head to the dance floor, “Do you have time for a dance?”
Her lips parted in surprise for a moment before she glanced awkwardly away. Luckily, her eyes caught sight of Luka waving cheerfully at her and she breathed a quick, quiet sigh of relief. The designer turned back to Adrien with a small, apologetic smile, “Sorry, Adrien, but I came here with Luka and I came over here to grab our drinks,” Marinette shook the two cups at him lightly, “I hope you enjoy the rest of the party though.”
With those last parting words over her shoulder, she carefully weaved her way through the onslaught of people to move towards Luka. When she finally arrived in front of him, she handed him his drink with a happy giggle and smile. The musician’s eyebrow raised as he gazed over her shoulder at something, “Why is Adrien pouting at us?”
“What do you mean?” her brow furrowed, as she looked over her shoulder at him. The boy did indeed look slightly wounded before their gazes met and Adrien gave her one of his small, model smiles and a wave before leaving her sight. She turned back to her date with a shrug, “I’m not sure. We didn’t exactly talk for very long.”
The two finished their drinks together among light chatter before a slow song began playing. Luka smiled softly at her before taking her hand and leading her onto the dance floor. Marinette rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes closing as they swayed delicately to the beat. He leaned down to whisper softly in her ear, “Are you having fun?”
She giggled mischievously, “Well, I haven’t seen Chloè yet, so yes.”
Luka’s deep chuckle made her laugh along with him, feeling her insides flip as she did so, “I guess we’ve both gotten lucky then. I haven’t seen her either.”
Marinette pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes before whispering conspiratorially, “You know the last time I went to one of her party’s, she kicked me out.”
“What? Why did she do that?” he frowned, eyes looking around the room as though expecting the blonde to kick them out again.
“ Well , I wasn’t actually invited and I just tagged along with Alya,” she chuckled playfully, “Somehow she found me and then kicked us both out, screaming about how she couldn’t believe I got in without an invitation.”
“That sounds like Chloè,” Luka shook his head at her as his lips twitched into a small smile.
The music changed into a more upbeat, popular song and Marinette let go of him reluctantly. She felt cold without his arms around her and wished that it would change to a slow song once again. Suddenly, she was tackled into a hug and she whipped her head around to see Alya grinning brightly at her, “Oh my god, girl! Your dress is amazing! I love it!”
Marinette squealed, turning around so she could hug her best friend herself before looking down at her dress, “Yours is beautiful too! That color looks great on you!”
Alya’s bright orange gown complimented the white middle wonderfully and she could barely contain her smirk at the homage to Rena Rouge. Unable to hold back a quiet snicker, Marinette looked into her hazel eyes, “I can’t believe we haven’t gotten kicked out yet.”
“I can’t either!” the reporter grinned back at her, “It’s been what an hour and I still haven’t seen any sign of Chloè!”
The two laughed together for a while before Luka cleared his throat behind her. Marinette quickly looked back at him with an apologetic smile, stepping back so her friend could see him as well, “Sorry Luka, you know Alya, and Alya you know Luka. But where’s Nino?” she asked, looking around the place as though expecting to see the young man.
“Oh he’s up on the stage right now, probably critiquing the DJ on his music tastes,” Alya rolled her eyes, eyes scanning the room for her boyfriend as well.
“Well, when you see him let him know Luka and I say hi,” Marinette grinned, eyes moving up to her date only to find that he was already looking down at her with a soft smile. She blushed faintly, nibbling on her lip shyly before turning to face Alya who had a knowing smirk on her face.
Her friend chuckled, her eyes shining in the bright lights of the hotel before looking at Luka, “I gotta say I love the tie, Luka. I didn’t expect you to be into pink, though,” her eyebrow rose curiously.
“Well Marinette said she would only show up with me if it was pink and forced me into one she made herself,” he chuckled down at her playfully.
The designer scowled, her eyes narrowing dangerously, “You know that’s not true! And you said you loved the tie.”
“I’m just teasing, Mari. I do love your tie,” Luka said softly down at her, his voice filled with admiration and awe.
Marinette’s scowl stopped as quickly as it had started and she could feel the butterflies roaring to life in her stomach. She giggled shyly, fingering the tie she made for him, “I’m glad you like it.”
“Hey lovebirds,” Alya’s teasing bark snapped them out of their rather lovestruck haze and they turned to her with blushes clear across their face, “I’m going to head over and talk to Nino. Try not to get too frisky on the dance floor,” she winked at them before turning away with a swish of her dress.
She left the two with even darker blushes before Luka shook off his embarrassment, turning to Marinette with a shy smile, “Well, you heard her, let’s go be frisky on the dance floor.”
She buried her flaming face in her hands unable to stop her laughter from spilling out of her. When she could eventually control herself, she peeked back up at him, wheezing, “I think she said don’t get too frisky on the dance floor.”
“Are you sure?” Luka raised his eyebrow, tapping his chin with his finger lightly, “I tuned out after hearing frisky and dance floor.”
Snickering quietly and with a roll of her eyes, Marinette grabbed his hand and led him back to the mass of people. The two danced for the remainder of the night, stopping only to get drinks and chat with Alya and Nino briefly before returning to the main hall. This is perfect, absolutely perfect , Marinette thought to herself as she nestled into the crook of Luka’s shoulder for another slow dance.