October Nights

The Next Day cont.

I cannot wait to see Marianette

It was the one sentence that had been playing through his mind since he had left her house the night previously. To see her blush, smile and hear her laugh. It was as if his center of gravity shifted to a person.

You are not Chat Noir right now

Was the very next thing that played through his head since he had woken up. Yes, he wanted to see her. But no she had no idea that he was he one she had kissed. That he was the one that was undone and comforted by her. He was just Adrien.

He rounded the corner to school as the last bell rang colliding with a small object. Thrown backwards he grunted once colliding with the ground rubbing his head where he must have smacked with the person that was now sprawled on the floor.

The black tight fitted shirt threw his immediate sense off, but then came the voice of his dreams, "oh my gosh I am so so sorry! I was not watching where I was going at all!" Her sincerity stopping him short again.

"It's okay " he mumbled unable to pull his mind out of her bedroom last night. Get a hold of yourself Adrien! It's just Marianette

Just Marianette, and if Just meant she was anyone of his other classmates. As if his heart hadn't been calling out to her all night. Right. Just Marianette.

He saw his book on the floor leaning to grab it when their foreheads collided again. He smiled at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Now I'm starting to think it was intentional" he chuckled looking up to meet her eyes, the sight alone making his breath hitch.

"No-no I swear! Never! I wouldn't dream of touching you- oh well no I have dreamed of you. My god. No! I wouldn't intentionally hit you!" Her face turning more red by each word stumbling out of her mouth.

A cat like grin appeared on his face. This is exactly what he was hoping to see, his anxious Princess. He should feel bad that she was uncomfortable, but he just found it so adorable his heart swooned.

"Dream of me huh?" He said holding a hand out to help her stand. She took it gently, the warmth he felt with her last night spreading throughout his body, yet again struck by how cold his life seemed without her.

Once standing he clung to her hand hoping she wouldn't notice, the itch to touch her too strong.

You are not Chat. You are not Chat Noir He repeated again trying to let the words soak in. She became quiet, her face going blank as if she was sifting through thoughts that weren't pleasant. Maybe he had gone to far.

"I was just kidding Prin- Marianette" He mentally kicked himself for the slip. She seemed to not notice, but he needed to keep his Hero self well contained, especially around her. He could only imagine what would happen if Hawkmoth found out about his affections.

She looked down at their hands, a small smile on her lips and then back to his eyes. The shyness that she normally emitted seemed to vanish. Her entire deminear changed, her smile grew to be seductive, eyes lidded. She dragged his hand closer to her chest, he looked down suddenly unsure of what was happening.

"The best dreams. Maybe I'll tell you about them sometime" Her voice was like silk, low and humming ringing his ears and making his stomach coil low.

Adrien swallowed hard. He was in so much trouble.

His brain practically short circuited. His one advantage of her not knowing that her was Chat was that he could have the upper hand, even though he typically was bashful, he could flirt when wanting too. That was the very reason he was excited about today, he could see what she would do, but yet again his princess surprised him. The normally stammer was replaced by this confideant seductress and she had no idea what she was doing to him.