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Three minutes after Adrien figures out La- Marinette’s identity, he leans in to kiss her, and she pushes him away. Her hair blows in the wind, and there are tears running down her cheeks, and- and she looks so beautiful. She grasps his bare hands like they’re her lifeline, and whispers, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m really sorry, but- but…we can’t.”
“You don’t want to?” Adrien says softly, and her eyes widen comically as she shakes her head. “No, I want to. You have no idea how much I want to, Ch- Adrien. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Then,” he breathes, taking her cheeks in his hands and brushing his lips against hers, “let’s do it. Let’s finally do it.” She pushes him away again, hiccuping. “We can’t. I’m so sorry.”
“Why?”
She gives him a sorrowful look. “We just… this has happened before, Adrien. And it- it doesn’t end well, and if we-”
“Wait- what do you mean, it’s happened before?” Adrien asks, confused. She pauses, and after a moment, shakes her head. “Nothing.”
This time, she kisses him.
The first thing Adrien does in the morning is scour the rooftops of Rue Gotlib. Since, well- it’s where Marinette lives, he figures he’s most likely to find her there.
He is, in fact, correct. Marinette lays, transformed, on a rooftop right near the bakery, staring up at the clouds. Adrien lands next to her, crouching down, and she gasps, immediately sitting up and sliding herself away from him. “Jesus Christ, Adrien. You can’t- can’t just-”
“What are you doing?” he asks quietly, sitting down next to her. She casts her eyes downward. “Waiting.”
“For… for what?”
“… Bunnyx.”