kiss and dash

Chapter 5: Motherly Wisdom

Marinette was now really confused.

Adrien had just kissed her.

Adrien Agreste, the most beautiful, kind, and sweetest, boys she had ever known had kissed her, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Plain, clumsy, silly, Marinette.

Adrien, the love of her life, had cornered her in a school corridor and kissed her!

And it was perfect!

It was everything she had dreamed of, gentle, and loving, and so very, very, very…..oh! The way he had suckled and nibbled on her lips had literally overheated her brain and short-circuited her emotions. The feel of his warm hands upon her cheeks as he gently caress her face before his arms had trailed down and held her close to his lovely, firm, chest, and the feel of his silky, soft, hair beneath her fingers.

It was all so very perfect, and romantic, and every wish of hers had been fulfilled…and yet it was so freaking familiar! It felt exactly, exactly, like the kiss she received on her balcony from Chait Noir.

Marinette rolled over and groaned into her pillow.

"What's the matter?" Tiki asked gently. "I thought you would still be sitting on cloud nine after this afternoon."

She had been.

She had been unable to utter a coherent word let alone a sentence because she was so stunned, and then blissfully happy, and caught up in her own wonderful dreams of Adrien kissing her…and then mid-dream Adrien turned into Chat Noir.

And then the more she thought about kissing Adrien the more she kept remembering her kiss with Chat Noir the day before.

He touched her the same way, his lips felt exactly the same against hers, his kiss brought out the same feelings, those firework, sparkling, happy feelings that exploded throughout her body….

Did that mean Adrien and Chat were one and the same or did all people just kiss the same?

Marinette rolled back and looked up at her kwami's concern, sweet, little face. "Tiki," she said hesitatingly, "do all people kiss the same?"

Tiki blinked at that. "I don't know," she admitted softly, "Kwamis don't exactly kiss. We have other ways to express our affection to one another." Marinette groaned again at that. Who else was she going to talk to about her confused feelings now? Only Tiki could understand because she was the only one that knew everything. Tiki flew down closer to Marinette and rubbed her cheek comfortingly against Marinette's. "You should ask your mother," she said.

Marinette shot up at that. "My mother?!" she cried out.

"Of course," Tiki frowned disapprovingly, "your mother is there for you to ask these sort of questions. She would have the right experience, and more knowledge on the subject, and therefore would be able to guide you better than I could."

"Yeah," Marinette said weakly, "but how will I explain the whole Chat Noir thing?"

"I'm sure you can think of something," Tiki said dismissively, "she would understand."

"….You think?" Marinette nibbled her lips nervously.

"Of course!" Tiki said brightly. "She helped make you, didn't she? That makes her an expert in Marinette speak."