Earthquake

Chapter 5 - How its like to breath fire?

Marinette was awakened by a tickle on her nose. She sneezed uncontrollably.

'Bless you,' she heard a sleepy voice disturbingly close to her ear.

'Thanks,' she mumbled, moving closer to the core of the warmth and once again, slowly drifting away to the world of dreams, when suddenly she understood something. She opened her eyes in an instant to see, definitely too close, Adrien's dark green shirt. Her sight went slightly higher on his bare piece of neck and chest where his clothing slightly shifted in sleep, and finally she looked at his face, half sleepy and uncommonly calm. 'Aaah!'

If it was even possible, she jumped while lying down, embarrassed by her reaction even before it ended. She felt that she's falling backwards and, ready to closely meet the floor, she shut her eyes tightly. However, nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes to see just above herself Adrien's outstretched hand, which was firmly holding her waist and pulled her back onto the couch after a while.

'Be careful,' he mumbled, still not showing his amazingly green eyes to the world. 'This kind of accidents from the very morning are not healthy to the mentality.'

'It explains why they should lock me in a psychiatric a long time ago,' she stated with a smile. 'Thanks for saving my butt cheeks from, not so pleasant in practical use, bruises. Again.'

'I recommend myself for the future,' allowing the whole universe to finally adore his irises, the boy opened his eyes, in which a playful shine could be seen immediately. If he always woke up in a state of "Laughter, giggles and shitty jokes" the world was lost. 'How long did we sleep?'

'Too shortly,' Marinette yawned and once again put her head beside the blond's chest, almost immediately falling asleep. Her only lullaby was a silent laugh and calm breathing of Adrien, who instantly did the same as her.

***

'So, when's wedding?' Adrien asked at breakfast, looking curiously at Kwami that was talking quietly in the corner of the room.

'Uhm...? Wedding? What wedding? Who's getting married?' Plagg asked.

'You.'

'Me?!'

'No, me.'

'So, you or me?'

The blond had a close encounter between his forehead and the table, accompanied by the laughter of Marinette and Drach. He shot them a resigned look and sighed.

'Explain it to him,' he asked the dark-haired girl.

'We're going to give you a wedding,' Dupain-Cheng informed the Kwami, smiling happily to confused Originals. 'We thought that you're with each other long enough and have children, that it's the right time to connect you officially.'

'Kwami don't care about suck events. The fact that we will be together forever is so normal that we do not need to seal it with anything else,' Tikki stated.

'It's the right time to make some changes!' the blond announced enthusiastically with eagerly nodding Drach behind his back. 'So, what? Do you have a specific date or are we doing this spontaneously?'

Then everything happened very quickly. Adrien, as a celebration manager, was taking care of the organization and planning of everything, also his duty was to make sure that the future "wedding couple" won't know any bigger details. Moving from the costumes sewn by Marinette to the room created by Drach, the blond felt at home. He used to help his mother with his father's shows a lot, and he must have learned something from all these events.

The next day, the boy send a message to Master Fu, who was appointed master of ceremonies. Of course, the old man agreed to everything, and happy with himself Adrien was walking all morning with a big smile on his face.