Merry Christmas Marinette

Photo shoot

I can't believe it's finally the day! My clothes are being featured in a photo shoot with Adrien modelling them. I arrive at the studio early and it's already a hive of activity. Make-up artists, photographers and assistants rush around. I stop in the doorway taking it all in.

"Looking for someone?" I hear someone whisper in my ear. I whip around to see Adrien smiling, "Here, I'll give you a tour."

He grabs my hand and drags me to different parts of the studio finishing at the make-up tables.

"Sit down." He says.

"Don't be silly. I'm not a model." I laugh.

"Well about that." He mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

"What? You don't mean-But I'm not a- I can't-No!" I ramble incredulously.

"I'm afraid you have no other choice. My father requested it personally. Without you we don't have anyone to model any of the women's wear. I mean I would but I don't think they would fit me very well," He says, smiling while holding up a tiny pair of pyjama shorts.

"I can't wear them!" I yelp, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. Adrien just pushes me into the makeup chair and says, "Marinette if anyone can do this it's you. I don't why you're so worried. You'll be perfect, the photographers will give you instructions. Before you make up your mind just get your makeup done, not that you need it," he finishes winking. Since when was he such a flirt? Reminds me of someone. I wonder if Chat will one day see these photos. He probably will I mean I have been talking about this shoot non-stop for the past few days.

I sit getting my makeup done, knowing full well I will be modelling because I have not worked this hard to get my clothes known to give up now. After my makeup is finished I get pushed into a changing room, pyjamas thrust into my hands. I change and stare at myself in the mirror self-consciously. The shorts are very short and the top is slightly cropped. It reminds me slightly of the pyjamas I had been wearing when Chat had first come to visit me. Pushing him out of my mind I step out of the room. Instantly an assistant spots me and comes over to take me to start taking photos, already behind schedule.

"You look adorable," she says quietly as she leaves. I am happy that she likes it but I am kind of sick off people calling me cute and adorable, I want to be beautiful or gorgeous, more grown up.

At first I struggle to pose, feeling uncomfortable about the length of the shorts. I follow the photographer's instructions as best I can but the shots still aren't turning out very well. I'm in the middle of sitting on a bed hugging a cushion trying to look at least half average when I see Adrien. Hot Damn! He's wearing the Ladybug onesie, the buttons undone with no shirt underneath. He looks completely comfortable until he sees me he stops walking and just stares, I must look so stupid! He quickly recovers and approaches me, smiling.

"Hey. How are you going?" He asks.

"Not well. I just look so stiff in all of the photos," I complain trying with great difficulty to keep my eyes up.

"Well that easily fixed," he exclaims jumping onto the bed next to me in a silly position and I start laughing, " You just need a good friend to cheer you up and help you loosen up."

He grabs my hands, pulling my and starts jumping up and down on the bed. At first I just look at him with an expression that says, 'really?'. Though I quickly give up start jumping with him. We do this until he slips and I collapse onto him. We stare at each other for a second before we crack up laughing.

"Ok next piece!" We hear, looking up I realise we are still being photographed I climb off the bed and are taken to the change room and given a Chat Noir onesie. I get changed and leave the changing room with it unbuttoned.

"Honey you need to take those pyjamas off," an assistant says.

"But-"

"No buts."

Frustrated I go back into the change rooms, re emerging feeling strange wearing the onesie without pyjamas underneath but as soon as I see Adrien again, my nerves ease. He is still in his Ladybug onesie, they obviously want to shoot them as a pair. I sit next to Adrien on the bed and listen to the photographer for instructions, "This pairing is meant to be advertised to couples so I need you to act as if you're dating, completely in love. Okay, start."

Adrien and I look at each other unsure of what to do. I think of all my favourite couples from books and movies and with a sudden flow of bravery position myself so his head was laying in my lap and I look down at him stroking his hair. We stay in that position as assistants come in and rearrange and neaten the covers. I roll my eyes as another unbuttons one more of my onesie buttons, nothing scandalous, just different for me.

"Are you okay?" I ask Adrien whose faces is all flushed.

"Ye-Yeah," he says clearing his throat.

We move onto more cute poses, nothing as close as before, until, "Okay now kiss."

I'm astounded. Kiss? I guess this is normal modelling stuff? I look over at Adrien to see he's just as confused as me, "Is that really necessary?"

"Absolutely it will seal the deal. Plus it's time you left childlike modelling. Adult modelling is like playing a part, look beautiful while conveying a message."

I look at Adrien hesitantly. He looks like he understands that this will help his career and the photos but still seems unsure. He glances at me, the question in his eyes, can I? I just slightly lean in hesitantly. He does the same and- "No! No! This isn't working. The lighting is all wrong and this is not the right angle," the photographer yells. Adrien and I separate looking into each other's eyes in surprise and after a short pause we burst out laughing. We can't stop. The amount of nerves from a minute ago getting released all at once. I lean forward putting my head on Adrien shoulder as we laugh. He falls back and at this point we are hysteric. The photographer, after about ten minutes of trying, gets us to calm down.

"Okay you two off to the change rooms," he orders. We go our separate ways and I get handed a pair off jeans and a ladybug hoodie, along with some boots and a beanie. I emerge from the change room to see Adrien wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a Chat Noir hoodie. He looks so cute, yet I wasn't feeling anything more than a friendly feeling. What is going on? We walk the bedroom area is gone, leaving a white wall.

"Okay just act like a couple enjoying a date or spending time together."

Adrien and I walk forward and I grab his hand and smile up at him.

ooooOOOoooo

Could she be any cuter. She looks up at me and my heart melts. It's official, I like Marinette. There's no point in denying it.

"Change pose!", the photographer yells.

"Do you want to get on my back?", I ask.

"Sure!"

I lean forward and she jumps on my back. I almost fall over with the force that she jumps and stumble. We both laugh as I wobble from side to side before standing up straight. This continues for a while until the photo shoot is over.