Reunited (A Miraculous Ladybug Romance)

18: The Reply

4/4/2018

This is my first attempt writing in third person. This is also the longest chapter that I have ever written. I hope you all enjoy. Please, please leave comments and reviews. They never cease to make this author happy, and a happy author means a more inspired author leading to more updates.

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 "Did that barista girl seem a little bit off to you?" Marinette blurted as soon as the door to the coffee shop closed behind them. She had kept her mouth shut about the strange girl's behavior as long as she could, allowing the couples time to say their farewells, but this information burned at the edges of her lips, just waiting for a chance to make its escape. It was a fully loaded spring, set and cocked, and ready to be released. There was just something about that girl that Marinette needed to share. A feeling of unease. A foreshadowing of fear.

Adrien's arm wrapped around Marinette, pulling her in safely, closely spreading his warmth as they walked side by side. The rain had only recently finished leaving everything wet and the air uncharacteristically cold. The moon and the stars were shrouded by the lingering clouds making Marinette thankful for the lamp posts that guided their path.

"She just seemed a little starstruck, I suppose," Adrien hummed, tightening his grip around Marinette. "I'm used to that kind of thing, but I guess it would seem odd to you. Did she appear to be faaantasising about me?"

"Did you really just? Ugh." Marinette groaned, rolling her eyes. He wasn't taking this seriously. "No. I mean yes. I mean I don't know!" her hands flew into the air in exasperation. "Her staring just made me feel uncomfortable, okay? Whatever she was fantasising about didn't seem as if was completely innocent, and as soon as I stepped between the two of you, I could have sworn that she gave me the death glare."

"Of course she would give you a hateful stare," Adrien agreed whilst pulling Marinette flush against his chest with the arm that was already at her waist, placing his other hand beneath her chin. Shivers of delight trickled down her spine as she melted within Adrien's arms.

"What else is a hopelessly in love fangirl supposed to do when she discovers that the model of her dreams is with another, breathtakingly beautiful, woman? I'm sure she was just jealous of you, Mari. Don't worry about it. Without a doubt, we will run into plenty of other girls with the same problem." A mischievous grin spread across his face as his hand wandered up the side of Marinette's face. "Just let me know if they ever make you feel bad and I will be sure to make them the ones who are feeling uncomfortable."

Marinette stood erect, cheeks burning, as embarrassing and flustering images flittered through her mind. She imagined a hoard of heartbroken teenagers sobbing at the sight of Adrien brushing a strand of hair out of her face whilst pulling her intimately close and whispering something incredibly cheesy within her ear. Pulling herself from her wild imaginings, she had to admit, that even though she had seen plenty of his admirers, she had never been as openly close with him as she had been in the coffee shop. That poor barista girl got to witness first hand her beloved Adrien Agreste cuddling another girl for the better part of an hour. Come to think of it, if Marinette had been forced to watch something like that back when she had been crushing on Adrien, she wasn't so sure that her reaction would have been very different.

With a faint smile, Marinette reached her hand up to ruffle Adrien's hair gently responding, "I guess you're right. I'm sure that I was just reading too much into things." Then, with a newfound sparkle in her eye and a smirk planted across her face she expertly changed the topic by asking, "By the way, you don't have any plans for tomorrow, do you? I could really use your help with something."

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As Adrien left the bakery, he knew exactly what he had to do. Even though it was already midnight, he was too worked up to even think about sleep. He had made a promise that he would reply to Ladybug's letter, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to get any rest until he did.