Thief | Lukadrien

Part 7 - Rooftop Date

^ here's a kiss scene for ya ^

(Adrien's POV)

As soon as I returned home from Marinette's, I received a text from Luka.

Meet me behind your house at midnight.

Midnight? I sent back. Why midnight?

It's more dramatic! Just go with it.

Okay, okay. Sheesh. I'll see you then.

...

At midnight, I crept out of the house the same way I did yesterday morning. Luka was waiting at the back gate, wearing a suit and holding a small rose.

"Ah, sh*t," I groaned, looking down at my pyjamas. "I'm underdressed."

Luka laughed and offered me his hand. I took it without hesitation, a light blush now dusted across my face. He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear, then stuck the flower behind it.

"I feel ridiculous," I said after a second.

"You look cute," he replied earnestly. "Now come on; I have to show you something."

The street lamps and car lights illuminated our walk through the city, with the road only slightly less busy than it was during the day. I tried to think of what Luka had planned; were we going to the movies? A restaurant? The museum? Oh, f*ck no. I've hated that place ever since Copycat got me in trouble there.

My heart was soaring as our fingers remained intertwined. We turned into an alleyway, which would probably sound concerning to a regular person, but I was so used to transforming here that I didn't even bat an eye.

"Close your eyes," Luka said suddenly.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Um... no."

"Oh, come on! I'm trying to make this more romantic!"

I huffed. "Fine."

"No peeking, okay?"

"I'm not!"

I expected him to lead me somewhere by the hand, but instead, he picked me up from under the knees.

"Hey!" I protested, opening my eyes and slapping him across the face.

"Okay, ouch," he said in a monotone voice as he dropped me. "You have both injured my nose and my pride."

"Sorry not sorry."

He rolled his eyes playfully and offered me his hand to help me up. He didn't ask me to close my eyes again, thankfully.

The alley led to a dead end, but on the left was a door that opened to a stairwell. My curiosity was at its peak by the time we reached the top.

"Et, voilà!" Luka announced, throwing open the door and stepping onto the roof.

I glanced around. "I don't see anything."

"Oof, tough crowd," Luka said, pretending to be hurt. He then hit a button on the floor with his foot, causing two strings of tiny lanterns to light up. There was a picnic blanket set up between the two rows, with a basket of food in the centre. With a pang, I remembered doing something similar for Ladybug a while ago, and it took hours to get all set up. Looking back, it was probably a waste of time, but here was Luka pulling the same thing for me.

"You don't like it, do you?" Luka asked, rubbing the back of his head. "Juleka warned me this was stupid, I should have listened--"

"I love it," I whispered. I still couldn't believe he did this. No one had ever done anything like this for me before.

"Really? Cuz I can take down the lights if you want—"

I cut him off with a kiss. He seemed surprised, but after getting over the initial shock he gently placed his hand on the back of my neck and kissed back.

I'd never experienced this feeling. I thought my heart was soaring before, but now it was now shooting up into space. My face was tingling, like little stars in a vast galaxy. After the fireworks died down and the passion dissolved, there was nothing left but comfort.

The only thing I could compare this to was getting lost in a song. Whenever I played a piece on the piano, the melody would lift me out of my body and let me float away from everything for a second. The only difference here was that I had someone to float away with.

As I finally pulled away, I watched as my heart drifted out of my chest and landed in Luka's eyes. My brain was now empty, my body was now weightless, and all I could think about was how much I admired Luka. His confidence, his kindness, and the way he made me feel calm.

We were frozen in time as he stared at each other. Even though I never judged people by their appearance (I got enough of that being a model), I couldn't help but think Luka was beautiful. I loved his dazzling smile, sparkling eyes, and hair as colourful as his soul.

"I brought some croissants," Luka said once the moment faded, a playful grin on his lips. "I hear they're your favourite."

"Yeah," I blushed. "Maybe after we have a few we can do that again?"

He nodded. "I'd like that."