Caught In A Storm

Chapter XIV

Marinette knocked a few times on the door, but didn't get any answers. Slowly she opened the door to reveal a dimly lit room, due to the closed curtains in her room. She slowly walked up to her bed carefully, where she saw Adrien resting peacefully, buried under her blankets. She blushed at the image and sat down on the bed, not believing herself to be this courageous. She couldn't stop herself from coming closer to him, it was like a magnet was attracting her with a strong invisible force. Nobody would approach a "stranger" sleeping like she was about to do. Her hand gently pushed away a few blond strands of hair away from his angelic face, making him scrunch up his nose. She lightly traced his magnificent features with the tip of her index, smoothing down his eyebrows, trying to ease his slight frown. Her thumb brushed against his cheek, while her other hand started to gently sake his shoulder. She couldn't help herself, but admire his beautiful features.

"Adrien? Adrien, wake up." Her voice said smoothly. His frown vanished from his face at her voice, but he didn't want to wake up. Her hand rubbed his arm, sparks flying as their skins touched.

Adrien's green orbs opened slowly, before shutting down once again, he turned his back to Marinette, while he let out a loud groan.

"Nino! Leave me be!" He sleepily muttered.

Taken aback, Marinette stood up, not really wanting to out herself. She kept standing in the middle of the room, staring at the unmoving form under the blanket. Adrien, who was used to Nino to be much more persistent when he had to wake him up, was puzzled as to why he wasn't being shaken awake. His eyes flew open, before he quickly whipped around in bed, tangling himself in the sheets and successfully face-planting in the floor, thankfully the floor was warm thanks to the ovens of the bakery downstairs.

The silence in the room was broken by Marinette's giggles. Adrien tried to stand up but his feet kept getting more tangled up on the sheets and fell down a couple of times before he decided to change strategies and howled himself in the bed with his arms in order to sit down before drawing the sheets away from his feet, freeing them.

For the first time since their kiss, they really looked at each other.

Adrien knew their time was already counted, but he didn't want to leave her, nor wanted he to never see her face again. Never see her round and fair skin, never seeing the flour smudged on her skin and hair, never see her pretty hands working on decorating cookies and cakes. He would never get to see her blue eyes and her face light up with every smile he could get from her. A crease appeared between his eyebrows, which Marinette reflected immediately.

"Everything alright? I'm sorry I woke you up...I can leave ..." She looked away embarassed and made a move to turn around.

"NO! Nonono! I had to wake up someday...I mean thank you for waking me up." He anxiously scratched the back of his head.

"Alright, dinner is ready. Nino volunteered to bring Alya back home." She said while fiddling with her apron.

Adrien nodded as his eyes followed her small frame as she left the bedroom.

What should he do? Tell her who he really is and start something out of their strange bond? Or continue to lie to her and crush their hopes of something more than a friendship? He was torn between his duties towards his land and mostly towards is father, and what he truly wanted. His mother had always love was something worse fighting for and how bad did he wanted to fight for her! He was ready to do anything for her and obey each one of her commands. But the fear of the consequences overshadowing their love and their lives was halting him, stopping his attempts at his own life. A wonderful life.

Adrien took a decision as he staring at the pink wall facing him, daring him to tell Marinette everything.

Fate. Fate was going to choose what would happen to them. And if fate wasn't going to bring him what he most wants, he would get it himself.