Warped Reality

Chapter 10

Adrien

That was stupid. Incredibly so. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have kissed her. He knew she had meant the candy, he just needed her reaction. And hell, it had been an amazing one. He expected a well deserved slap, or even another cracked rib, but she had kissed back. She had. For a moment he was positive she felt the same. It seemed like she did. But then she clarified, right after he stopped kissing her. Like she hadn't wanted to kiss at all, completely destroying the hope he had gotten. He wasn't angry at her. Of course he wasn't, but it still sucked. He laid there in silence for a while, until she finally walked in, seeming unsure. He slowly sat up, glancing at her, but she didn't look at him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

She didn't respond, still staring blankly at the bed. He didn't want it to be like this. They were getting better. They were actually talking to each other again, instead of always arguing. He didn't want it to go back over something like this.

"We're both in relationships, and it was wrong of me. I... I don't want us to go back to hating each other again. I'm tired of it."

She looked at him, her expression empty. That didn't seem good.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

She nodded, turning off the lamp and crawling into the bed next to him. He could barely see her lay down, pulling the blanket up to her chin. He slowly leaned back down, turning on his side to face her back. He just wanted her to forget about it. He wouldn't, he already knew that. But if she could, maybe they could start being friends. Actual friends. He sighed at the thought, closing his eyes and hoping sleep would come easier tonight. Luckily for him, it did.

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He woke up sometime later. He could see brightness against his closed eyelids, so he assumed that it was in the morning. What had woken him up? He wasn't in excruciating pain, so it wasn't that. He didn't move, listening to the silence in the apartment. Marinette shifted next to him, and for a moment he wondered if she was having another nightmare, like she had the night they slept on the couch. She wasn't thrashing around like before though. She moved slowly, turning around to face him. He kept his eyes closed, too tired to open them just yet. He almost asked her if she had woken up too, but before he even opened his mouth her hand lightly grazed his hip. He didn't move, his heart suddenly racing.

What was she doing?

Her hand gently moved to his pocket, and he almost laughed. She couldn't be serious. There was no way she would. And just like that, she proved him wrong. She reached into his pocket, shifting closer to get her hand in without pulling too hard against his jeans. He thought about stopping her, telling her that it wasn't even in that pocket. It wasn't in any of them. He had already moved it. He decided to wait until her hand reached the end of his pocket, and a very faint curse left her lips before he grabbed her wrist. She tensed, inhaling sharply.

"You know its unbecoming of a lady to rummage through a man's pocket."

"How long have you been awake?"

"I must admit. I never thought I'd see the day that Marinette Du-pain Cheng tried to cop a feel on me in my sleep."

She scoffed, her hand balling into a fist in his pocket.

"Don't make it sound like that."

"First you were a peeping tom in the bathroom and now this. Such a degenerate." He opened one eye as he teased her, and was rewarded with a striking scarlet blush.