Tales Untold

Miraculous Malfunction 10

Adrien

He flopped down on his bed, rubbing his burning face.

"Am I dreaming?" He questioned, clutching at his chest as if it would ease the heart slamming into his ribs.

His kwami said nothing, and Adrien looked over at him.

"Was that real?"

"It's real disgusting, is what it was. If you do something like that again while you're transformed I will un-transform you. Are we clear?"

"She kissed me."

"Yeah I know." Plagg groaned in disgust, and Adrien jumped up, standing on top of his bed.

"That means she likes me!"

"Does it?"

"Yeah. It means she's got a thing for me. We were so in sync."

Plagg faked a gag, and Adrien grinned, falling back onto his bed.

"I need to see her again."

"Not tonight you don't."

Adrien rolled onto his side, biting his lip. He gave her a hickey. Proof. When he saw it tomorrow, he'd know it was real. That in reality, some part of Marinette actually liked him. For real.

"I think... I think I've got it bad." He mumbled, only receiving an annoyed grunt from Plagg in response.

He buried his face in his pillow, thinking of how kissing her in real life had made him feel, how she almost felt like she did in the dreams. Yeah. He definitely had it bad.

* * * * *

After what felt like forever he had finally gotten to sleep. They were back in the ballroom this time, but she wasn't next to him. Maybe she just hadn't gotten here yet? He glanced around, watching the dancers effortlessly glide across the floor, their movements in perfect sync with the music. His attention was drawn down to his own outfit, a black suit with a green tie. He didn't really blend in here, did he? They all seemed to be wearing older styles. He ran a hand through his hair, thinking back on Marinette's fantasy. His hand bumped against something, an he felt his hair again. He had cat ears. He startled, rushing over to a mirrored vase. Yep. He was dressed like Chat. Why? Because of their interaction earlier? Had he subconsciously decided to be Chat this time? He noticed something in the reflection.

Marinette.

He turned, catching a glimpse of her through the dancers. She was sitting across the room, her fingers toying with the mask she wore. She looked beautiful. He could give her that fantasy. He could ask her to dance. Sweep her off her feet. Make her fly. He slowly paced through the dancers, having to side step many of them, as it didn't seem they even noticed him. He stopped in front of her, his breath leaving his lungs. She wore a scarlet gown, with black lace trim.

Be smooth. Be princely.

"Good evening. I noticed you from across the room, and found I couldn't take my eyes off of you. Perhaps you could spare a man like me a dance?"

Her lips curled into a grin, and he bowed before her.

"Good evening A-"

She paused mid sentence, and when he looked up her jaw was slack, her face as red as her gown.

"Marinette?"

"Chat." She exhaled, quickly looking away.

"What... what are you doing here?"