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The sound of the Florence coffee shop’s bell rang in Marinette’s ears as Adrien and she walked through the door. His warm hand brushed against hers – so close to interlocking, yet so far – and she couldn’t find it in herself to complain.
They were at Ditta Artigianale – that to be fair, she hadn’t known existed until about half an hour ago when she googled Coffee Shops in Florence – and it was beautiful . There were coffee and brunch options, and everything smelled so good.
Marinette swallowed as they walked through the archway into the main seating area. They had kissed yesterday, and even though she had a strong intuition that Adrien loved her just as much as she loved him, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
She sighed and gave Adrien a small smile as he pulled out a chair for her. “Thanks,” she whispered, placing her hands in her lap. A gasp left her lips as he pushed her chair in, a grin on his face.
“Of course, My Lady,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her head. “Did you decide what you wanted to get?”
“Probably just a chai, as always.” She sighed happily as she stared at her menu, lightly aware of Adrien pulling out his own chair and sitting down. “What about you?”
“Black coffee, maybe? Félix said he came here once with Kagami and it was apparently pretty good.”
Marinette’s lips parted at the mention of Félix and Kagami. “Are they..”
“Yeah. Not sure how it happened, but apparently it’s recent, and I’m happy for them.”
She nodded. “I’m glad they’re happy, especially Kagami. She deserves it.”
Adrien hummed and clicked a few buttons on the tablet on their table before submitting their order. “So.. are we going to talk about yesterday?”
Marinette blinked, swallowing a lump that she didn’t even know she had in her throat. “I.. Yeah. I think we should. You know how I feel, right?”
He smiled. “I do. Do you know how I feel?” His eyes softened as he saw her face give an uncertain expression. “‘Nette, I love you. Every time I look at you, I’m reminded of how much I love you. The way you smile when you make someone happy or laugh when you’re excited, or blush whenever I do something somewhat cute – yes, you do – I love every part of you, Marinette.”
Tears bud into her eyes, threatening to spill. “But.. what if it ends up to be for the worse? What if-”
“Shhh, hey, Mari it’s going to be okay,” Adrien cooed, walking over to her side of the table and crouching on the ground. “I love you, and you love me, and we can get through anything. It’s us against the world, right?”
“Always,” she said softly, tears staining her cheeks as she threw herself into his arms, her heart beating rapidly as Adrien wrapped his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder.
Everything would be okay. It was them against the world, forever and ever.
“Ahem,” a voice called out meekly, and Marinette looked up briefly to stare at the barista, who had come to deliver their drinks, and almost immediately buried her head into Adrien’s chest.
She felt Adrien’s chuckle vibrate through her body as his grip on her tightened, yet she still felt like she was being protected by a soft blanket. “Could we please have our drinks to go, please?”
Marinette giggled as Adrien carried her towards their RV, the bag of their sealed drinks in her right hand as they walked. He was hers, and she was his, and nothing made her happier.
Her smile grew as he unlocked the door and set the drinks on the kitchen’s furnace before twirling around, his head buried into the crook of her neck as they fell onto the soft bedding. “I love you,” he whispered, peppering kisses onto her skin.
Marinette held back a groan as he proceeded to press his lips against her cheeks, then her forehead, then her nose, before lifting up his chin gently to press her own kiss to his lips. “I love you more.”
His breath was warm against her face and she felt intoxicated by the way his eyes were locked on hers, and before she knew it, Adrien captured her lips in a hot, passionate kiss.
And there was nowhere she’d rather be.