Daminette Oneshots

Finding Out

-They are 17.
-Marinette and Damian are best friends, but both have...feelings.
-Marinette finds out and decides to torture him a bit.

Marinette's POV

What. The. Hell?

Damian has feelings for me? Why didn't he tell me? He's a freakin' assassin, I'm pretty sure he's supposed to learn body language.

Damn you, Ursula. (Hehehe. Get the reference?)

Anyway. Time to have some...fun.

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I decided to prank him. My plan is in action in three...two...one...

I walk over to Damian's locker, tapping on his shoulder. He turns to greet me, school supplies in hand. "Hey! Date?" His cheeks flush and he almost drops his textbooks. I bite my cheek to hide my giggle.

He gulps. "D-date?" I give him a sly smirk, pulling the small container of dried fruit from behind my back. "Yeah, silly. I heard you like them! What did you think I meant?"

I didn't think it was possible, but his cheeks flush a deeper color. He looks away, muttering under his breath, "Nothing. Nothing at all." I hold the plastic box out expectantly.

He opens the lid and grabs one, biting into it. He pauses when he feels something in the middle. He spits whatever it is out onto his palm. Strange enough, it looks like a canister.

He gives me a calculating look, opening it. I smile nervously as he unrolls the paper inside, reading it. There is one simple word on the paper.

Date?

It confuses him, I can tell. I pull two movie tickets from my back pocket, holding them out to him. "Date? For real?"

He slowly turns away from me. I hear him mutter a few curses before he turns back to me, places his palm on my cheek, and kisses me.

He is warm and sweet, consuming me. I feel my hands float up to trace his shoulder, up and up to slip around his neck. I break the kiss, laughing breathlessly.

"I'll take that as a 'yes.'"