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It wasn’t fair, really.
Adrien Agreste was an excellent kisser. Better than Marinette had ever expected. As most first real kisses (aside from pecks) were, theirs was awkward, but that was all her fault. She hadn’t practiced for this moment except for kissing the mirror, and that was no substitute for the real thing.
As his lips glided over hers and his tongue gently probed the entrance of her mouth, she was instantly jealous of all the girls he must have kissed before to be that good.
Adrien hadn’t brushed his nose against hers; Marinette had done that. Adrien hadn’t pulled her hair too hard--though it seemed that he liked that more than she expected. Adrien hadn’t clacked his teeth against hers.
Then she moaned a little too loud, making him laugh against her. Thus their first kiss ended.
Their hundredth kiss was much better.
Yes, Marinette had kept track.
Yes, she had practiced.
Yes, she had improved.
This kiss was much better than the first. And the second. In fact, the first ten kisses could just jump in a lake. But by the time they’d reached one hundred, Adrien and Marinette had revealed themselves to each other, and they kissed the way they’d fought: in perfect synchronicity.
Marinette shoved Adrien up against her apartment’s wall, her hand snaking into his hair. He groaned against her as she tugged his head exactly where she wanted it, her tongue diving into his eager mouth.
Marinette’s fingers scratched circles on his shirt-clad chest, roaming up to his shoulder to pull him against her. Adrien’s hands seized her hips to better mold himself against her body, and his lips moved in perfect harmony with hers.
Then he slowed down their pace, driving her absolutely mad. Adrien gripped her chin, forcing her to remain still and calm while he had his way with her. Marinette growled against him and felt his upturned smirk against her lips.
She decided to take her time with him, aiming to make him melt. Marinette opened her eyes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, to his cheeks, and to his nose. Adrien followed suit, and their make out session became something sweet and impossibly soft.
Finally, after she was convinced he was a puddle of goo in her hands, she allowed herself to capture his lips again.
In hindsight, whether it was the first kiss or the hundredth, Marinette was just happy to be kissing the love of her life.
And from the way he laughed against her when she moaned a little too loud, Adrien seemed to agree.