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When Adrien and Marinette started to officially be in a romantic relationship with each other, Tom and Sabine had been overwhelmingly affectionate towards the new addition to their family. The fact they owned and lived in a bakery certainly served to supply Adrien ingredients for his deplorable puns.
Adrien was a touchy person, he knew. After years of basic isolation from the vast majority of the world around him, physical contact with those close to him was incredibly comforting and appreciated. He was horribly clingy, a trait he apologized for constantly.
Marinette was rather touchy, herself. Growing up with an adoring mother and father that made their daughter and her well being their first priority was reassuring. There were always group hugs and cuddles, a constant show of tender familial affection. She wasn't clingy by any means, but it wasn't a trait she minded, either, which meant frequently informing Adrien that it was fine.
So when Marinette was wrapped into one clingy cats embrace while she tried to draw a few designs, she hadn't even blinked, and instead readjusted and made herself more comfortable. When she felt a kiss being pressed into the top of her head, she giggled. When a few minutes passed and two new designs were created, she was almost ready to give Adrien her full attention.
And then she felt something press against her cheek, she became confused. It was something foreign, a feeling she wasn't used to. When she moved to set her sketchbook down, Adrien had snatched the thing back and kept it away from her. Marinette tried to take the thing away from him long enough to figure out what it was, and she finally met green eyes that were alight with mirth.
And then he took her hand, put the foil wrapped object in her hand, and grinned like the Cheshire cat he was.
“A sweet Kiss for my a-dough-able purr-incess.”
Kisses were frequent and varied between them. Some were simple and light, from quick farewell pecks on cheeks, to reassuring presses of lips against foreheads. Some were more serious, like their own personal displays of affection and desire that led to heated lips locked together or a trail of bruises on necks that would have to be covered later.
This Kiss, however, was different. This kiss was made of creamy milk chocolate that was wrapped in silvery tin foil.
It was later used as a projectile weapon to punish the model that kept making horrible food and cat based puns.