MLB: love square drabbles

domestic!adrinette: gotcha

WANTED TO TRY SOMETHJNG NEW AND CUTE FUCK ME UP
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Music blared through the large room, with scattered, abandoned workout equipment all over the floor. The two had ditched the punching bags and instead decided to punch one another.

Slaps, Punches, even the occasional scratch was thrown left and right, legs swinging up in attempt to kick the other, drive and ambition in their eyes, in their being. The entire time, their eyes stayed locked on one another's. A broomstick for a makeshift staff, and a makeshift yo-yo around her waist, ready for her disposal, her hand even going to grab it a few times to defend herself from his advances.

Training with your partner/spouse was tons of fun, especially when you knew all their moves.

Adrien threw a punch, she responded with a kick. Ducks and dodges, even a few blocks thrown in for fun, which both of them were clearly having as they fought.

Who knew swinging at your husband/wife could be so much fun?

Adrien was clearly gaining on her. He was even going easy. But then again, he couldn't blame her due to her state. With a failed attempt to block a punch and a loud grunt from the woman, he knew he had her, and he knew exactly how to celebrate his rare victory.

His arm reached out, his hand instinctively going to grip her hip. With his body pulled close to hers, his other hand found her leg, bringing it up to his side. He smirked. He fucking smirked because he knew he had her, right in the palm of his hand.

And with a swift movement he ducked his head down, their lips brushing together, his very soft and sweet, celebrating his victory with her least favorite word;

"gotcha."

"i hate you."

But her tiny hands dropped her yo-yo and slid up him and pressed into his chest anyway, and even though she rolled her eyes she chuckled and melted into the kiss, because yes, he did have her. She was his.

His sweet (literally, her lips taste like cherry pie he'll have you know) victory only lasted a moment or two more though, as the their little infant started to cry in the background.

"Looks like the three of us have to take a lunch break."
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It's EXTREMELY short but that's ok man