Falling From Grace ~ A Miraculous Ladybug fic

Chapter 14

Adrien

He sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling in shock. Marinette had literally exposed herself to both Natalie and his father, just to keep him out of trouble. She looked so defiant during it too. He sat up, pressing his hand to his face in an attempt to cool it. His face felt like it was on fire. Marinette had never looked so amazing. She had nearly walked outside to prove her point. He stood, shrugging off his clothes.

"Pigtails made quite the impression, hm?" Plagg mumbled sleepily, and he chuckled.

She certainly had. Who in their right mind would have come to that as a solution? Certainly not him.

He had nearly kissed her all over again, once his laughter had faded. She was everything he had ever wanted, all wrapped up in the perfect package. He had settled for a hug, though, and she had seemed grateful for it. He made his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower. He seemed to be failing at getting her to fall for him again. He wished he had realized she liked him before Chat. But then again, he wasn't so sure he would have felt the same. Kissing her that night on her balcony had caught him off guard, like a reality check. He really liked her. Now he even loved her. How long would it take to get her to feel the same? He had considered just telling her who he was, but Ladybug would kill him. He let the water run over him, his mind wandering back to the dancefloor. She hadn't leaned away, but she didn't lean in either. When he tried bringing it up to her, she tripped and he was certain she had done so on purpose. He rushed through the shower, trying to ignore any thoughts of her in her bra that came to mind. She had only done that for his sake, and it hadn't even been a private moment. He finished in the shower, getting out and toweling off. He was still drying his hair when he walked out, and with mounting horror he realized his room was not empty. Natalie knew better than to walk in, especially when he was taking a shower, but Marinette didn't. He quickly yanked the towel from his hair, using it to cover himself. He always took a shower, then went back into his room for his clothes. She turned then, bolting up from his bed. Her mouth was hanging open, her face beet red. He waited for her to say something, though she didn't. Her body seemed completely frozen, aside from her eyes which seemed to run all over him. He felt a swell of pride overtake the embarrassment, making him smirk.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry I didn't think you were naked!"

I was literally in the shower.

He cleared his throat, and she started to bolt for the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I swear. I shouldn't have just walked in, I-"

"Marinette it's fine, you don't have to leave. Just turn around so I can get dressed."

Though she didn't have to. He wouldn't really mind having her as an audience. She whirled around facing away from him, and he let the towel drop, heading into the closet.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were in here."

"Hot. N-no. I meant not. As in your fault. Not! It's late. I am so sorry." She blurted, and he glanced at her as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

"It's okay. Can't sleep?"

He expected her to pass out the second she got to her room, he honestly wasn't even sure she was going to make it to her bed earlier.

"Nope. And I need your help with something."

"Oh?"

She nodded, turning to face him. Her gaze met his, and it resembled the look she had earlier. He was suprised to see her eyes alight with determination.

"I need you to help me sneak out."

He blinked, once, twice. Even three times. She wanted to do what? He pulled on a pair of pants, nearly stumbling as he pulled them up.