"No, not that one!" Adrien exclaimed as he covered his eyes with his hands and pushed his knees together. Marinette was in a deep green dress that clung to her curves tightly and flared out at her knees. The bodice was decorated with gold gems that highlighted her breasts while the cut of the top dropped into a low V that stopped just above her navel. A thin covering of mesh like lace covered the parts of her upper body that the dresses cut didn't, but it still left little to his imagination.
"Th-this is t-the twelfth dress I-I've t-tried." She stammered as she shifted from one foot to the other and looked down shyly at herself. He had responded the same way to each and every dress that she had tried on and she was beginning to think that her fears in the closet weren't unfounded.
"My lucky number is thirteen." He offered without looking at her.
"No ones lucky number is thirteen." She groaned.
"Mine is," he stated as he glanced up to her before looking down quickly, "didn't my father design something, anything, less... revealing?" He asked shyly which caused a blush to spread from her cheeks to her chest, something he could see quite clearly with what she had on.
"Well, there is one. It's got a sweetheart neckline but-"
"That one!" He exclaimed before she could finish, "try on that one." He added in a calmer fashion.
"Okay." She murdered as she headed back into the closet. The dress in question was a deep red princess cut with a sweetheart neckline that hinted at her cleavage without showing it off. The skirt flared out around her and had a mesh covering with black lace spirals that sparkled from the glitter they were covered in. The puffy sleeves that rested just below her shoulders were made in much the same way as the skirt covering. As she looked at herself in the mirror one word sprung to mind, Ladybug.
"Maybe if I-" she mumbled as she reached up to take down her signature pigtails and looked in the mirror once again. Dark hair fell around her shoulders and curled up at her neck to highlight her face. She frowned at the sight and toyed with a strand near her cheek.
"You only see Ladybug because you ARE Ladybug. No one else will be able to connect the dots. Trust me." Tikkis small voice called from on top of the mirror. Marinette groaned and face palmed at her words. She was hearing puns everywhere since her run in with Chat, her cheeks burned at the memory and she moved her free hand up to cover her face as well.
"You sure Tikki?" She asked quietly.
"Positive." The Kwami stated. Pawsitive, she heard echoing in her mind. Another groan escaped her as she shook her head against her hands.
When she finally found the courage to leave the walk in closet her bedroom was empty. She looked everywhere in the room, including shyly glancing into the bathroom, for Adrien before sighing and sitting down on her bed. Tikki made her way to sit on her chose she shoulder and patted her cheek lightly. He didn't even wait to see what it would look like on her, her nerves caused butterflies to swarm around her stomach as her foot thumped rhythmically against the carpeted floor. She felt a tiny bit of relief as he Kwami continued to pat her cheek gently. At least he didn't see her in a dress reminiscent of her costume, if he had she was sure that he would wonder why she looked so strangely similar to a certain super heroine that he had a well known crush on.
"I want him to like me, but not just because I happen to be someone else too." She groaned as she looked up at the ceiling above her head. Tikki only nodded and continued to lightly pat her cheek.
"I know how you feel but we have to hurry if you don't want Alya to know that you live here." The small Kwami gently stated as she floated up into Marinettes vision.
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Secret Kiss
Fanfiction"Sorry for making you rush over but I think that there really is something big going on with Mari, and well she seemed to be nearly herself when she was talking to you this morning and I thought maybe with you nearby she may be herself enough to tal...
