Summary:
Adrien and Marinette do some dumb things.
Notes:
I'm so sorry, I meant to have this up early last week but lots of life stuff got in the way. This is kinda quickly edited so sorry about that too, (hopefully I'll one day go back and fix it) I just wanted to get this up already. So hope you enjoy!
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"Wake up Marinette," Tikki poked her charges cheek who only rolled over and grumbled nothing coherent in response. Tikki sighed and continued prompting Marinette to join the world of the living.
Finally, the raventte began to blearly open her eyes. Events from last night began flooding her memory and she shot up "I all but fucked Chat Noir!" she nearly shouted, before slapping a hand over her mouth.
Tikki looked at her, slightly concerned. "You kiss him all the time?"
"That was a lot different than just kissing," Marinette pulled the blanket closer over her still naked body and looked over at the space left on her bed, it felt very empty.
"What's wrong with that?" Tikki asked, still not fully understanding Marinette's trepidation to give up on Adrien and go for Chat Noir.
"Let's not talk about that now." Marinette swung her legs over the edge of her bed. There she went again, avoiding talking about her feelings. She shook those thoughts from her head. Breakfast and clothes before you scold your ability to deal with things, she chided herself.
Then she saw it.
"Marinette?" Tikki floated in front of her, worried. But the girl's gaze was transfixed on the white shirt that definitely didn't belong to her crumpled up by the corner of her bed on the floor.
"That cat," she mumbled, slowly picking up the shirt. She shouldn't look at it, just hide it away, return it on his next visit. What if it gave something away? But she couldn't help herself.
The fabric was soft, definitely high quality. She slowly found the tag, she shouldn't look. It could have a clue. It could have a name . She shouldn't look, but she does. Agreste label. Of course. Of course, that stupid cat would have such an expensive shirt. Of course, he would have a shirt with the name of her crush.
"What is he thinking," she grumbled, slipping one arm into a sleeve "I cannot believe he would leave this here," second arm is put in "you know what?" she begins buttoning up the shirt "I can definitely believe that mangy stray would do something so dumb and reckless!" she slips on her pajama bottoms and looks at herself in the mirror, a small smile making its way onto her face.
Chat's shirt was very big on her. Even buttoned all the way up the collar slipped down showing her collar bones. The bottom of the shirt skimmed just above the bottom of her pajama shorts. Her hair was in disarray and there may have been the hint of a hickey forming on her neck peeking out from under the shirt.
"Earth to Marinette," Tikki sighed, the girl had a large goofy grin across her face.
Marinette coughed "eh, right. Sorry, Tikki. Do you want anything for breakfast?"
"Bring me up some cookies please," Tikki elected to give her charge some time to mull over her obvious feelings before forcing her to talk it over.
"No problem," Marinette grabbed her phone before heading downstairs to have something to eat.
Whilst pouring herself a bowl of cereal she scrolled through her social media. A loud ding and pop-up notification alerted her to a new text from Alya.
YOU ARE READING
Let Me
Romance"You're beautiful," Adrien hummed enjoying how he could see the red blush travel from her face to across her chest, upset he couldn't see her eyes. "You're just saying that to get in my pants," she responded sinking her head to rest against his body...
