No room to swing a Cat?

28 - The crepes

On Saturday morning Marinette woke up in a wonderful mood, despite the fact she had slept for a few hours only. Neither of them had wanted to say goodnight – every time one of them was ready to go to sleep, the other one felt like kissing again. Finally, at three o'clock she managed to put Adrien out, informing him that it was highly recommended not to wake her up before nine. Hearing that, he just laughed, kissed her and ran away before she got him.

Marinette glanced at the clock and noticed in astonishment that it was just after eight. How could that happen that she felt well-rested already? She stretched in her bed and at the same moment she heard knocking on the door.

"Uhm... Come in!" she said.

"Good morning, Purrincess!" Adrien greeted her with a grin on his face.

"You've been sitting there since dawn, or what?" she joked.

"Tikki told me that you woke up." he explained and sat down in the corner of her bed.

"That's terrible... Our kwamis are going to fly there and back and inform us about each other?"

Adrien laughed and looked at her in sparkles in his eyes.

"I think she had enough of my walking around my room while waiting for you to wake up."

"It's not Tikki who had enough of that..." Plagg commented wryly.

Marinette giggled.

"That's so unrealistic, you know?" she admitted. "So many kwamis at the same apartment. Don't tell me you organise parties behind our back..." she added, winking at Tikki, that only smiled evasively in reply.

"Get up, Princess!" Adrien stood up and approached the bed-head. "You owe me breakfast, remember?" he winked at Marinette and leaned down.

"Kissing in the morning is highly unhygienic..." she muttered and moved back.

"Too late..." he whispered with a grin and kissed her.

And when he began, he couldn't stop, the more that she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He sat down and slipped his hands on her back. She was so warm and close that he forgot about breakfast for good.

"Careful, Princess..." he warned her in whisper.

"You've started it!" she reminded him.

"I couldn't help that. You look so sweet."

"Yeah, right... Personally, I'd prefer that you didn't see me in such a mess..."

"But you're gorgeous, when you're sleepy, messy and so mine..."

"Yes, I'm sure that being yours is the main factor influencing on my charm." She rolled her eyes meaningfully.

"Not true! When you were sick you were gorgeous too, and you weren't mine at that time..."

"You will never convince me that I had even a hint of attraction when I was ill!"

"Definitely more than a hint..." he replied, grinning. "I had to force myself to leave you instead of staring at you for hours."

"You were here for real?" she asked suddenly, and when he glanced at her uncertain, she added: "When you told me it was a dream..."

He laughed quietly and stroke her cheek.

"Yes. I was here. For real." he admitted. "I've been used to call you 'Princess' so much, that finally I blurted out it aloud. And you caught me. I didn't know what to do, so I told you it was a dream. I was sure you didn't believe me, because you started avoiding me from the next morning. Both 'me'."

"You avoided me too."

"I gave you time. I wrote you the letter."

"As Cat Noir. You had no reasons as Adrien. Unless you were so overwhelmed by my confession..."

"That too..." he nodded. "But mainly I was worrying that you don't accept me being Cat Noir..."

"I should have answered to you letter sooner..." she whispered.

"I'm not complaining. I like what we are now. Even when I had to wait four more days for that... It's been worth waiting."

"I like it too. What we are now." Marinette smiled and squeezed Adrien's hand.

"So, get up, Princess!" he stood up. "Only starving can force me into leaving you... And I've heard from Nino and Alya something about delicious breakfasts that you used to spoil them with before they ruined that tradition by offering you a room. For money."

"Oh, Nino wasn't happy at all! He preferred breakfasts..." she laughed.

"And you promised me crepes. If I remember correctly, I should give up my silly American habits..."

"You'll beg for mercy, alley cat!" she muttered wryly, but he only chuckled and ran away – like yesterday – before she reached him.

"I can't wait, M'Lady!" he grinned with his Cat-Noir-smile, then he bowed courteously and left.

"Beware, Kitty-Cat..." Marinette murmured some threats, jumping from the bed. "I'll get you..."

She changed quickly in some casual clothes and soon after she joined Adrien in the kitchenette. He was sitting at the tabletop, grinning and waiting for her.

"Pray that I wouldn't add some arsenic..." she drawled.

"You wouldn't!" he burst out laughing. "Not after last evening. And not before this evening. Our first date, remember? The first of million..." he gave her a wink.

"Wasn't there something with 'n'?" she asked ironically, preparing all ingredients for crepes. "That something-something approaches infinity? Or something like that..."

"Something-something..." he repeated and chuckled. "You're adorable, Mari!"

"Flatterer, but flattery will get you nowhere. You can't be sure that I haven't added a poison..."

"I'll stand by your side till the end, M'Lady..." he promised, so she only rolled her eyes and muttered 'Silly alley cat!'

After a moment he smelled a frying crepe and he realised that she'd fooled him – she kept him busy with jokes and talk, so he couldn't watch her cooking. He'd hoped to steal her recipe to surprise her one day with a crepe breakfast... Yet she managed to prepare the meal before he even realised that she'd started cooking.

"Without arsenic, I promise..." she joked when she put a plate in front of Adrien.

"I hope so..." he winked at her, then he glanced at a crepe covered with icing sugar.

"You'll have to trust me."

"Always, M'Lady..." he whispered, staring at her eyes.

"Bon appétit!"

He reached for a fork, but before he cut off even a piece of the crepe, she stopped him with a shriek. He froze and watched Marinette grabbing a half of a lemon – that he'd ignored before, because he thought it was only a decoration – then she sprinkled the plate with the lemon juice. She looked at Adrien, waiting for his opinion, so he tried the meal. The crepe was light as a cloud, and lemon mixed with icing sugar tasted heavenly. That was like a sudden revelation. He gazed at Marinette in amazement, and she only smiled triumphantly. She leaned down and looked in his eyes.

"Beg for mercy, Agreste..." she whispered.

He swallowed still staring at her eyes.

"I love you..." he confessed with admiration.

And that made her breathless.