Tales Untold

Miraculous Malfunction 5

Marinette

She lost herself in the music, dancing with Alya until she couldn't breathe. She collapsed at one of the tables, a breathy giggle escaping when her friend collapsed beside her.

"This is probably the most interesting party Chloe has ever thrown."

"How much have you had to drink?"

Alya giggled in response, playfully pushing Marinette.

"No more than you."

Marinette smiled, laying her head back to look up at the celing, the lights dancing and swirling. Tonight had been perfect. She had a blast, got pretty tipsy, and had even danced with Adrien. It wasn't awkward, like she had thought it would be. No, it was sweet. Romantic even. She had imagined those roses falling around her all night, and every time her eyes met his, they fell harder. Like rain that they were both sheltered from, sharing an umbrella, just before sharing-

"Mari. I've been calling you forever. Answer me woman."

She slowly lifted her head back up, and looked down at the glass her friend held out for her. Why not? She needed a break anyway. Every night before bed she spent pouring over those damn papers. She was slowly losing her mind. She took it, and together they finished them off.

"Nino's gonna be dragging my ass home tonight."

Marinette giggled at that, leaning back in her chair again. Yes, this would be her break night. A night to act like a normal, wild teenager. A song came on and she shot up straight, listening to it. It was the song they had danced to when they were kids.

"Go get him girl."

She giggled again, getting up to search though the crowd for him. Luckily, she didn't have to search much, because he was already heading her way.

"I was looking for you!" She squealed softly, and he laughed, gesturing to the music area, where Nino gave them a wave.

"I was looking for you too. That's our song. I- I meant the song. Remember?"

She nodded, her heart swooning that he seemed to think of it as their song too. He held out his hand, and she met him on the dance floor for a second time that night. She was all nervous giggles, and he kept smiling.

"You seem to be in a better mood."

"I am."

She dusted off one of his shoulders, though there was nothing there to dust. He was impeccable.

"How much have you had to drink?" He questioned, and she smiled again, not giving an answer.

She wasn't sure anyway, as she and Alya had been going blow for blow with each other. Maybe she had kept count.

"More than you so it seems."

Her voice had lowered, her heart pounding. She could kiss him again. For real this time. She could blame it on the champagne. She looked down at his lips, imagining what it would be like, to kiss the real thing. An actual kiss. Not a panicked peck that had completely missed. No, an actual one.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He whispered, lowering his head a bit to keep their conversation private.

She could tell him now. Confide everything in him, and pray he felt the same.

But if he didn't...

she closed her eyes at the thought, her fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck, earning a gentle hum from him. Her eyes fluttered open, and she fixed her gaze on her target, finally leaning forward. After all this time, she could do it. For real. She was going to. That is, until she felt a hand slip in between her back and the top of her dress, whoever it was trying to yank her back. It didn't have the desired effect, as she had a good grip on Adrien. However, her threads apparently didn't have a good grip on themselves. The sound of fabric ripping assaulted her ears, and Adrien yanked her tightly against his chest, knocking what little air there was out of her lungs. She felt different. Off. Wrong. She looked down between them, realizing instead of her beautiful gown, her bra was pressed against his chest. Her bra?