Adrien laid beside Marinette, listening to the girl as she droned on about their algebra lesson. He was supposed to be paying attention to what she was saying, learning more since he still was horrible at the subject, but that went out the window as soon as Marinette started reading. Even though it had been about four months since they'd revealed their identities – meaning it had been about four months since Marinette started talking to Adrien like a normal person – Adrien couldn't help but still be captivated by Marinette's voice.
At whatever point in her one-sided discussion of logarithms, Adrien had plopped down beside her on the couch, scooting the girl against the cushions so he wouldn't fall off. He'd wrapped a lazy arm around her waist and laid his head against her chest, claiming it was so he could see the book in her hands better. It was so comfortable, their cuddling. Sock clad feet wrestled playfully and giggles escaped past Marinette's lips. Oh, how Adrien loved her laugh. He truly loved everything about the girl, but her laugh was just something else.
"Adrien, you know we're supposed to be studying, right?" Marinette suddenly interrupted, running a hand through the boy's blond bangs. That was the one thing he didn't like about her; she always reminded him about studying.
"Studying's boring..." Adrien mumbled, burying his face in the girl's arm. "Especially math studying..."
Marinette snorted and tried to sit up, only receiving whines and desperate clings to her waist. "Adrien, let me up," she giggled, pulling at his fingers locked ever so tightly around her middle.
"Not happening, Princess," Adrien grumbled, pulling himself over into the girl's lap. He rested his head on her knee, smiling up at her innocently. Marinette rolled her eyes, so he stuck out his tongue.
"You're so needy," the girl commented, again running a hand through the boy's hair. "And clingy..." He chose to ignore her, drowning out the words and focusing on the voice once again. Adrien leaned into her touch, too happy for the tender pettings. Marinette raked her hand over his scalp, scraping it gently and scratching just barely at the crown. That's when the purring started up, at first too soft to really be noticed. Adrien knew it had started, but when he was just with Marinette he didn't care about the purr.
"We should get back to studying," Marinette said. She removed her hand from Adrien's hair, aware of the sudden whine that escaped him, and picked up the textbook.
"Or we could just sit here and not study; I like that option."
"That's not an option, Adrien," Marinette said sternly. He sighed, though made it clear he wasn't going to move from his comfortable position across her lap. Marinette rested the book on his belly and began questioning him on the material. "What is the definition of a logarithm?"
"Uhhh...it's like an exponent, but...different," Adrien answered.
Marinette snickered and nodded, "A variable that a base must be raised to in order to get a certain number."
"Right, so an exponent but different," Adrien repeated. They stayed like that for a while, lazy studying and teasing, until Adrien grew restless. As much as loved just being Marinette, after a while he grew bored with studying and making up things to make her laugh. "I think a break is in order!" he announced.
"Sh, we're almost done with the lesson, just wait a minute more," Marinette fussed, flicking his nose. Adrien peered up at her, rubbing his nose in offense. Fine. If she wanted to play that game, he had tricks.
Seconds later, without much though in his actions, Adrien bit the corner of the textbook. His canines made marks quickly, and the taste of dust jackets and ink tainted his mouth, but he couldn't let go. Marinette made quick eye contact, glaring at the boy whose stoic expression never changed. "Adrien, let go," Marinette commanded in a stern voice, one usually used against disobedient dogs or cats or even small children.
Adrien made no move to let go, if anything he bit down harder. Marinette pushed his face off, bringing the book up to her face. Adrien smirked; she thought that would work. He balled his hand up and started pressing it against Marinette's tiny tummy. A smirk played on his lips when she glanced out from the book to look at him. He didn't move the hand until she returned to the book, reading aloud once again. Once he was sure it was safe, he pressed the other hand into her stomach just the same as the other one, making up-and-down motions that were (quite surprisingly) soothing to Adrien. He'd meant this to be annoying, but the longer he kept at it, the more relaxed him.
"Am I bread or something?" Marinette droned in her reading voice.
Adrien looked up, muffling a snicker as he continued he kneading. "Nooo," he practically purred. It wasn't time yet for that, so he had to stuff it down as well as he could.
Marinette went back to ignoring him, reading on the last bit of the section and allowing the blond to knead into her belly, however annoying it was. But, just to mess with him, once she was done she restarted the lesson.
Adrien huffed. He knew she was doing this on purpose. It wasn't fair.
So, he stopped with his previous action and moved on to something much more annoying. Poking. He poked at the girl's ribs, watching under the book for her reactions. Once there was a smile, he started laying on the annoying as thick as possible. "Marinette," poke, "hey, Princess," poke, poke, poke, "My Lady, you really should look at me," poke, poke, "Marinette, Mari-"
"What, Adrien, what is it?" Marinette asked through an agitated sigh.
Adrien pushed his head between the book and Marinette's chest, grinning up at the girl with his teeth showing. "Hi, Princess."
"You're such a kitten," Marinette said through a snicker. She laid the book down, laying down and letting the boy crawl on top of her where he curled up and demanded she not move her hand from his hair lest they repeat the process.
"I'm not a kitten, My Lady," Adrien grumbled. His legs were to Marinette's side, but his arms were both draped over her and his head was buried under her chin (yet he still expected scratches...).
And on the coffee table sat Tikki and Plagg, who were still wondering how these two dorks weren't dating. It was painfully obvious how much they liked each other, but they kept up an invisible barrier that neither dared to cross. Tikki guessed as long as her human was happy and comfortable, the relationship was fine. Plagg, on the other hand, was so frustrated with having to put up with such a lovestruck Adrien that he was half tempted to force them into a kiss himself.
He might have, too, but there was one detail that kept him from doing this: Adrien was asleep.
