Marinette barely slept that night.
At first it was because she was too excited and thrilled beyond belief because Adrien was Chat Noir and he had kissed her repeatedly! She kept replaying all their kisses together over and over in her mind and she squirmed delightedly at the thought of kissing him again and spent most of the night humming quietly and breaking into dance every so often. (Tiki seemed to find it highly entertaining). But then a horrible thought occurred to her – what if he doesn't want to kiss her again? - and then she crashed back onto earth with a terrible thump as she realised she had left without confirming they were a couple which could mean no more kisses.
She spent the rest of the night sitting there worrying and fearing that Adrien was going to think she was some clingy, desperate, stalker and that their romance will die a quick and drastic death.
"You worry too much," Tiki chided her, "and let your imagination run away with you. Chat Noir has been in love with you since the very beginning. That's not going to change because he now knows the girl beneath the mask was the girl he had been kissing earlier this week."
"But-"
"Stop!" Tiki said sternly as she lifted her little arm up in a universal gesture of silence. "Just stop," she said much more softly, "stop worrying all the time and relax. Though don't relax too much," Tiki giggled slyly, "you're late for school again."
It was then when Marinette realised exactly what time her clock was pointing too and that Tiki was most certainly correct. She had only five minutes before class started and as close as she lived to the school she would never make it on time.
"Gah!" Marinette staggered across her bedroom as she hurriedly picked up her books, stuffing them into her back hastily before she flew down her ladder and sped through the flat. "I'm gonna be late! Love you! Bye!" she yelled over her shoulder as she waved in her parents' direction.
"Have a good day!" her mother called after her. "We love you too!"
"Don't let any boys kiss you to-ouch!"
Marinette stifled a giggle as she heard her mother smack her father in the arm. She dived out of the bakery ready to do a hundred mile per an hour dash across the streets towards school when caught sight of a very familiar blonde hair boy waiting for her under a tree. Adrien looked extremely cool standing under the shade casted by the tree, one arm behind his back, and his foot crossed over the other.
Marinette instantly faltered as she felt her heart thump harder and faster than normal, her cheeks heat up, and those familiar butterflies in her stomach that she had always felt when she looked at him. "H-h-hi!" she stuttered as she approached him.
Adrien's confidence vanished as his beautiful green eyes widened and the faintest of blushes appeared on his cheeks. "H-hey," he stammered in reply, "erm, these are for you." He then pulled out his arm to reveal a small bouquet of flowers.
"Tulips!" Marinette exclaimed delightedly as she accepted them. They were a stunning bright yellow that faded into a blush-red at the top. "They're beautiful," she breathed as she inhaled their sweet scent, "thank you." Her smile turned sheepish as she realised they were heading towards the school and nowhere near a vase filled with water. "Though I have no idea where I'll put them."
"That's all right Princess," Adrien suddenly purred in a very Chat Noir like manner. Marinette blinked, still unused to the fact that Adrien had this flirty, arrogant, side to him (but dear God she was totally loving it). "I know where you can put your two lips." He tapped a finger against his own lips for emphasis.
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kiss and dash
Romansait all starts with a dare which ends in a kissing game I do not own miraculous