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day 22 - kiss

but sweet kisses, i’ve got to spare.

tumblr month: @marichatmay links: ao3 | ff.net

“KISS me.”

The statement— well, more of a command, really —took Chat Noir by surprise, as Marinette simply waited for him; eyes closed, almost expectant. Her mouth was slightly parted, and the hero found himself gulping at the sight.

He coughed, nervous, almost choking as the candy went down his throat..

“Chat?” She asked, after a silent beat. “Well? I’m waiting.”

He still couldn’t believe his ears.

How he’d gotten himself into this situation, the hero had no idea.

It started off innocently enough.

It was Valentine’s Day, and as per usual, Marinette had come into the classroom with a new batch of sweets to make for all of her classmates.

That day, she made everyone candy hearts — wrapped in a cute container, Marinette ensured that everyone was able to get one (even Chloe, to his surprise: something that he appreciated, thankful that she decided not to leave anyone out— even if she was a complete handful to deal with at times).

In simple words, however, they were delicious.

Adrien had actually never tried candy hearts before— not a lot of candy, really (his dad had him on a strict diet, and was convinced that sweets would only ruin his teeth as well as his figure), so he was always excited when his classmate brought along some snacks for sharing.

Her candy hearts were probably his favorite out of all the treats so far.

They weren’t only sweet, but brought a warm and fluttering feeling in his stomach— something that even the most expensive store-bought candies couldn’t give him.

There was just something about Marinette’s baking… it was different.

It was special.

Nothing could even come close.

So he was justly horrified to find out that he’d gone through the whole bag before first period even ended.

Adrien tried asking around for more, but none of his classmates wanted to share— understandable, given that everyone was just as obsessed with her treats.

Marinette was also apologetic when he asked if she had some left over (surprisingly with little to no stuttering), stating that she only had one bag left: and it was being saved for someone else; someone special to her.

He was only all too surprised— and in reality, ecstatic —when he find out who it was being saved for:

For him.

Or, more accurately, for Chat Noir.

He showed up on her balcony that night hoping she still had some extra pieces, before she gave him a whole bag, labeled with the name ‘Chat’, next to the cutest doodle of a black cat.

It was adorable.

She was adorable, really.

After a sincere thank you, the conversation derailed into the playful and teasing (as it always did, whenever they were together).

And he wasn’t quite sure how, but at some point, they had ended up with some sort of challenge in her room: which led to the exact situation that they were in.

Taking a nervous breath, Chat Noir finally nodded to himself, lips puckered, as he pressed his lips to hers…

Only for Marinette to suddenly open her eyes, and with a surprised “woah!”, push him off her and send him toppling off the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing!?” Marinette finally shrieked, as she leaned over the bed to point an accusatory finger at his direction.

“What do you mean!?” Chat Noir asked, nursing his head from the sudden fall. He pointed back at her. “You told me to kiss you!”

“What? When did I—”

“You just did! You said ‘kiss me’, so I—”

Marinette threw a pillow in his direction, the color of a tomato. “I was just guessing what the candy heart said!” She shouted back. “I thought we were playing?!”

“What!? What game, I—!?”

Oh.

Oh, crap.

As a look of understanding passed the hero’s face, Marinette took it as another opportunity to throw a pillow his way. “Why are you like this?!” She shouted at him, not even attempting to hide her embarrassment.

Putting his arms defensively in front of his face, Chat Noir shouted back. “I zoned out!”

“What do you mean zoned out that isn’t a valid excuse for taking my first kiss I’m going to—”

“Ma—”

“If I read the ‘date me’ candy heart would you have gone out with me I mean, Chat, why are you so—”

“Mari—”

“Just because you’re cute and funny doesn’t mean you can just kiss whoever you want, you absolute —”

“MARINETTE, I’m sorry! I just thought the girl I liked asked me to kiss her: tell me you wouldn’t take that chance if it was given to you!”

A sudden pause, as realization dawned on both of their faces.

“You… like me?”

A low mutter. “Do you really think I would kiss you if I didn’t?”

A thoughtful hum, then full-blown laughter.

Chat Noir put his arms down, to see Marinette doubling over in a fit of giggles. He felt himself warm, sure that he was as red, if not more, than she was only a few minutes prior. “What are you laughing for!?”

She smiled.

“You’re adorable.” She only stated, before fishing out another candy heart, putting it at eye’s level.

Kiss me.

And once he read it out loud, the girl didn’t take another second before pressing her lips to his.

Marinette kissed him.

And he hadn’t tasted anything sweeter in his life.

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