A Very Miraculous Valentines Day — Day 2: Love
Summary: There’s something contagious going around the city of Paris on a February day, and Marinette caught it bad. So bad, in fact, that she accidentally let a confession slip when she definitely did NOT mean to. Now, Adrien’s staring at her in shock, his face turning completely red. How do these things happen? (Adrienette)
Adrien’s face was completely red, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
And Marinette was completely confused as to why.
“Are you alright?” She asked innocently, putting a hand on his arm. She was surprised when he immediately tensed up at her touch, even as she was trying to be comforting.
His eyes shot to her hand. “Yeah! I’m good!” He patted her hand nervously, then drew it away quickly. His eyes kept meeting hers for just a second at a time before they’d wander back down to his arm. “H-how are you?” He asked, unnaturally loudly.
Marinette looked around, noticing that everyone else had left the library. It was probably a good thing, considering the volume and pitch of Adrien’s voice were getting higher with every word that came out of his mouth.
What was up with him, anyway?
“I’m... alright...” she replied cautiously.
Adrien froze suddenly, then raised an eyebrow, staring at her incredulously.
“Do you have no recollection of what just happened a minute ago?”
Marinette looked down at her history textbook and her assignment laying next to it. All she remembered was reading, going over the questions, and chatting about trivial things. Adrien kept reading certain paragraphs in funny voices, which kept making her laugh, and she told him she was in love with him—
What exactly did she say?
“Quit doing that! It’s hard enough to focus on school work when I’m in love with with the person I’m studying with!” Her memory kindly reminded her.
I told him I’m in love with him.
“Do you, uh...” Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette could see Adrien reach a hand out to touch her shoulder, but ultimately decide against it. He fidgeted with his fingers instead. “So, you... remember?”
She could feel her face turning red—when she put her hands to her face (to hide her shame, of course), her skin was on fire. Maybe if she stayed like this for a while, he’d get up and leave, and she could slip away and flee Paris and never come back—
Her thoughts came to a halt when Adrien said her name, not just because it was him saying it, but how he said it. His voice was low, just a little bit husky, and... closer?
She felt his hand on her back, and when she looked up from her hands, she saw that he had moved his chair closer to hers. A shiver ran down her spine when she processed their proximity.
She brought her hands back down to the table, but still avoided making eye contact with Adrien (after all... his face was getting very close to hers and she wasn’t ready to be looking him in the eyes when his lips were merely inches away from hers).
“I’m sorry,” she choked out. This whole thing was a complete disaster.
Scratch that... now it was a complete disaster.
“Oh god,” she cried, turning to face him, “I ruined everything and now things are going to be awkward between us because I just can’t control myself—”
She was cut off when Adrien suddenly moved forward and pressed his lips to hers. It was a short and sweet kiss, and he pulled back after a few seconds.
Adrien began blushing madly, and his eyes were shifting like they had been before. “Uh... I- I’m sorry I interrupted you, but... I figured maybe you’d stop worrying, i- if...” He took a deep breath, meeting her eyes as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “If you knew that... I love you too.”
Marinette said nothing. There was so much she could’ve been saying, and stuff she definitely wanted to say... but she just couldn’t bring herself to move her mouth and force sound out.
She still didn’t say anything, but she felt her gaze slowly move down toward Adrien’s lips.
Unlikely... but there’s no harm in testing it.
She held his free hand and pulled him forward, leaning in until she felt his lips on hers. Adrien took the hand he had on the back of his neck and moved it down to her waist. He held her gently, and kissed her ardently. They were alone, they were comfortable, and they were perfectly in sync.
This could only be real... even in her wildest dreams, kissing him could never feel this good.
Her anxiety from before melted away, and she thanked herself for her sudden burst of confidence. Because she was kissing Adrien Agreste. Adrien Agreste. And he loved her too. Granted, he’d kissed her first, but she initiated it this time. And this time felt so much better.
The two broke immediately, turning their heads quicker than should’ve been humanly possible.
Nino and Alya stood at the end of an aisle, watching them with shock.
Marinette stood up, nearly knocking her chair over as she did so. Luckily, Adrien caught it before it fell.
“Alya! How uh- hi! How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” Nino laughed, earning a hard nudge from Alya’s elbow into his waist.
“I thought I heard Adrien say ‘I love you’ to someone, and I didn’t want to intrude... but I knew he was supposed to be here with you all afternoon, so I got nosy.” She chuckled. “And uh... I’m kinda glad I did.”
“W-why?” Adrien stuttered.
Nino took a few steps forward. “Because Mr. Damocles just walked in, and we figured that if he walked by, he wouldn’t take too kindly to your... actions,” he said quietly.
“Right,” they said simultaneously.
Marinette sat down, grabbing Adrien’s hand. He gave her a warm smile, and squeezed her hand affectionately.
“We should actually do our work now,” he said. “Still want me to read?”
“Yes, please!” She said excitedly, earning a chuckle from Adrien. “And, uh...”
“Do the funny voices. I like them.”
