Merry Christmas Marinette

It's never too cold for ice-cream

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I get changed back into my old clothes but I was allowed to keep a ladybug scarf so I've got that wrapped around my neck, ready to leave. I wait outside Marinette's change room. She finally emerges with black boots, skinny jeans and massive jacket. She's also got an item of clothing from the shoot, wearing an adorable Chat Noir beanie with her pigtails peeking out from underneath. It's strange seeing her wearing a completely black outfit but she looks amazing in it.

"Hey," she says smiling.

"Hey. Do you want to go get an ice-cream?", I ask.

She just starts laughing, "An ice-cream? Adrien it's the middle of November!"

"So? It's never to cold for ice-cream," I reply giving her my winning smile.

She stands, arms crossed looking at me before sighing, "Sure. Let me just grab my bag."

She walks away and returns a minute later pulling on black gloves.

"Since when did you wear all black?", I ask as we walk out of the door and onto the freezing street.

She pulls her coat tighter before replying, "I don't know. I was just trying it out. I actually quite like it, don't you?"

I look down at her, cheeks red from the cold, bright blue eyes and pale skin glowing against the black fabric. She looks delicate but like she could also kick your butt in her combat boots. It's kind of sexy. "You look great."

She smiles back.

"How do you think you went?", I ask because she was extremely nervous before.

"I think I did okay actually. I think the shots with you in them will be better because I was more relaxed but after a while I loosened up enough that I didn't look like a robot in my single shots."

I laugh, " You did amazing, but I have to say that shoot was a bit different from some others I've done. It was a bit more... grown up?"I finish unsure as to how else to put it.

"Yeah it was interesting but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I mean you're sixteen, turning seventeen soon. This is the time that your child modelling becomes proper modelling if you know what I mean. Not that what you were doing before wasn't proper modelling but it's becoming more sophisticated. Portraying a story."

"Yeah I guess but I just don't see why I had to do some of those shots the way I did. I mean how is unbuttoning my onesie going to help sell it?", I say confused.

Marinette just looks at me with raised eyebrows before simply saying, "Okay."

"What? What is it?"

"Nothing", she says her arms crossed, eyes ahead.

"No really, what?", I say stepping in front of her and gently grabbing her arms.

"Well," she says pushing past me to continue walking, "Your face is pretty, everyone knows that, but when you have a pretty face and your ripped you looks pretty damn sexy," My face goes bright red but she just continues, "These onesies are being aimed towards couples and I know if I say that photo of you in a onesie I would want my boyfriend to look that good so I'd buy the onesie for him. Get it?"

"Uh-huh yeah," I reply a little lost for words. So people would buy the onesie because they want their boyfriend to look like me and that's why I was asked to model the way I did, but Marinette was also modelling, "That makes sense mean if teenage boys saw you wearing your designs they would want their girlfriends to look like that."

She started sputtering random words in confusion and shock, 'No that wasn't my point! That was just you and your positions not me! I wasn't even in those kind of poses."

"Mhm? What about you wearing those tiny shorts and looking over that pillow through your fringe? Or your onesie just that little unbuttoned just to tease. They couldn't make it obvious since this was your first time modelling but you were just as alluring as me but in a more subtle way," I finish with a smirk on my face.

Marinette stops walking staring straight ahead. I stumble to a stop and wave my hand in front of her face. She shifts her wide eyes to look at me, "Alluring?"

I freeze going back over what I had said before. Oh no. I had been completely transparent. She must know how I feel about her now.

"I can't be alluring," what, "I have ruined any chance of my designs selling! It's the end of a very short lived career. Adrien what am I going to to?"

I am relieved because she didn't catch on to how I feel but I can't say I understand why she is worried.

"Marinette what are you talking about? Why would your career be over?"

"Adrien in every photo you just mentioned I am going to look like a fool! I'm not sexy! I barely look my own age. Seriously look at me and say you don't see a fourteen year old!"

"I don't see a fourteen year old," I say calmly, looking her directly in the eyes.

She just looks at me for a minute before throwing her arms around my neck. After a second of shock, I wrap my arms around her. I straighten up taking Marinette with me, "Hey!"

I just laugh and spin her around before setting her back down.

"Why did you do that? You were being so nice," she says pouting and hitting my arm playfully.

"I'm sorry my back was getting sore!", reply laughing.

We reach the ice-cream shop and head inside.

"Uh Marinette what are you going to get?"

"I think I'll get strawberry and cookies and cream."

"Hi could I please get a strawberry and cookies and cream and a mint choc-chip."

I hand Marinette her ice-cream and grab out my wallet.

"No you are not paying," she says grabbing at her purse but I have paid by the time she's got it out of her bag, "Seriously Adrien it really isn't fair."

"Ah well. Too late," I sigh sarcastically. I start to head towards the door then remember Marinette falling asleep because of the cold, "Hey why don't we grab a table."

"Sure."

We settle down at a table for two by the window. We sit in contented silence, enjoying our ice-creams. I quickly finish mine and watch the world go by outside the window while I wait for Marinette.

"Why did you only get one flavour?"

"What?", I ask, surprised at the question.

"I saw you , eyeing up all of the flavours in the display yet you only chose one and you got the smallest scoop. I'm just wondering why."

"Well to be honest I probably shouldn't be having any at all. If my father found out he would have a heart attack."

"He mustn't like you spending time with me then. I literally live in a place that supplies sweet carbs to people," she says joking. What she doesn't know is my father and I had this exact fight when we were working on the project together and I was at her house. However I don't want Marinette to worry so I just chuckle along with her. We enjoy each other company as I walk her home but then it's time I leave.

"Oh do come in Adrien. You can call a car and wait inside so you don't have to get cold. Maybe even stay a while?"

Unsure about how my father would feel about me spending more time here, I reluctantly decline. However I then remember what Marinette had said about spending less time with me, "Actually Marinette I would love to stay for a while."