Half Way

Tangled Hair and Flying Food

There were a lot of things that Adrien and Marinette should have talked about when they went up to Adrien's room.

They should have talked about whether or not Adrien would continue being Chat Noir. They should have talked about why Marinette was afraid to reveal her identity. They should have talked about why there hadn't been any akuma attacks lately. They should have talked about what their plan would be moving forward.

But they didn't talk about any of those things. In fact, they barely talked at all. Their mouths were much too busy. After all, they had an entire week of missed kisses to make up for.

Once they were inside of the room, Adrien quickly pressed his lips into hers. Then he guided her over to the couch. He didn't dare bring her to his bed, even though the thought crossed his mind for a moment.

The couch was good enough. Spacious and comfortable, it would suffice for the job. He just needed a place where Marinette could relax as he showered her with kisses.

She deserved to be taken care of. Every second of every day she seemed to be taking care of others around her. Her friends, her classmates, the kwamis, the citizens of Paris, it never ended.

Now Adrien would be there for her. He would be the one to take care of the most caring person in Paris.

The knock at the door finally broke them apart. They quickly straightened up, trying to pretend that they were innocently sitting on the couch.

"Dinner will be ready in five minutes," Nathalie announced when she came in.

"We'll be right there," Adrien said, attempting to make his voice sound normal.

Not fooled for a second, Nathalie sighed and left the room.

Adrien looked at Marinette with a smirk. "I guess we need to take a break."

"I guess so," she giggled. She reached up and pulled the two elastics out of her hair. Shaking it out, she ran her fingers through the strands to untangle them.

Adrien's breath caught in his chest at watching her. "You're so unbelievably beautiful when you wear your hair down."

Her cheeks blushed slightly. "Is that why you messed up my hair, so I would take it down?"

He laughed. "I wish I was that smart. You know I messed up your hair because I can't keep my paws off of you," he commented, leaning towards her.

"Wow, I really did not think this decision through," she deadpanned.

"Oh come on Purrincess, you know that my puns are hissterical."

She finished fixing her hair. "Silly Kitty, that's enough of that."

He stuck out his lower lip in a pout.

Leaning forward, she gave him a quick kiss. "You're so cute when you're pouting." Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him up with her.

"Wait," he said, stopping her from going towards the door. "Would you, um... would you mind..." he trailed off.

"Mind... what?"

"Um, would you transform?" he asked bashfully.

Marinette didn't respond for a second but then burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry," Adrien continued. "I still can't believe that it's you."

"Fine, but just real quick. Tikki, come say hi to Adrien."

The red and black kwami popped out of Marinette's purse. "It's nice to see you again," she squeaked.

"It's nice to see you too," he replied with a huge smile.