Prompt: Fuzzy

Marinette was having the best dream of her life. She'd spent the night cuddled up with Adrien, and as of this moment, dream Adrien was spooning her with his long, lean leg resting over her own and his face buried deep into her hair. The fuzzy feeling only enhanced as he pressed gentle kisses into her hair and onto her neck. A caring yet intimate action.

Oh yes! This was the best dream ever. What made it so different to her other dreams about Adrien was the fact that it felt so real; though not just in touch but in its smell and comfort too. It was as though she could feel his heat as it pushed through his own clothing into hers. She knew there had been times in the past where she'd dreamed about them falling asleep together, but this time it was the tiny birdy kisses to her neck that had her burning.

Wiggling backwards and snuggling deeper in her dream Adrien's arms, she felt hot breath hit her neck. It was so life-like it felt like it could be real.

Real?

She felt something press against her neck, a slight dampness left in its wake — a dampness which felt an awful lot like a real life kiss.

Her eyes shot open as she flung the covers off herself and dived onto the floor. Yes it was slightly dramatic but right now she felt it was well and truly deserved. As she hit the floor and huddled into a foetal position, the kisser made a groaning noise. The kisser who could only be Adrien.

Remaining in the curled up position on the floor, Marinette looked down at her body noticing she was still in her travelling clothes from the day before — hot chocolate stain and all.

"M-Marinette," Adrien's voice sounded like he was still half asleep, and unfortunately the thickness was doing things to her poor heart she wished she could have controlled.

"Marinette," he yawned, the obvious creaks in the bed an indication of him moving around. Without warning a realisation hit her like a football to the face. Last night she had been spooning Adrien Agreste and, for more, Adrien had been dropping her little kisses on her neck. A sudden heat engulfed her body and she glad she was facing away, looking like a tomato would not help her flirting techniques even if he did have a fondness for red.

Everything inside her was struggling to cope. She didn't know whether she should stay curled up into a ball and cry, or celebrate by leaping back onto the bed and pinning him down, requesting to know if the kisses meant anything to him and could she have some more — preferably on the lips and when she was conscious.

"Marinette," he said again, making her jump. She looked up to find Adrien hanging off the bed staring at her.

She couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next. Was he about to tell her it was a mistake? That snuggling and kissing her was just an act which had come from a dream? That he was going to get back in the van and leave?

"G-g-gorning mood, Adrien. Well, you sleep? I mean did you sleep well because..." she stretched up faking a yawn as she considered what to say next. "I think, yes, I think I need more sleep so if you excuse me." She rolled back onto her side to face away from him again and closed her eyes tightly.

If she blocked any opportunity for him to talk to her then he'd never tell her it was a mistake and she could continue believing that he wanted to cuddle her and kiss her... yes, kiss her. Very sweetly — on the neck! Her face began to deepen its colour at the thought. He was going to be the death of her.

"Marinette, you've - um - you've taken the duvet."

She looked down once more and noticed the l material twisted around her body. She must have taken it with her as she exited the bed and took homage on the floor. She began to throw the material her body, the excess wrapping around her feet in a knot worthy of a sailor.

"Arrrr, yes," she said, sitting up and reaching forward. She began to untangle the fabric only then to realise she's actually done a better job than she'd expected, each pull doing nothing more than tightening its grasp.

"You see," she continued. "I was just airing it out, I read somewhere that an aired out duvet helped with sleep."

No, I haven't!

"And I thought you deserved a good sleep because of all the driving you did yesterday. You must be really worn out after that terrible journey so more sleep in a nice aired out duvet would be really beneficial for you. Well, your health. It'll be beneficial for your health. Your lungs or liver or something. Anyway, if I can just get... it... off."

Marinette began to kick her feet, attempting to get the duvet from where it was wrapped around her legs to back out flat and eventually on the bed. With Adrien. The bed she shared last night with Adrien, where he'd cuddled her and kissed her neck.

Oh merde!

She grabbed the edges, attempting to find a way out, and pulled, nothing freeing her feet from the confines of the puffed up material. Panic began to rise as she thought she'd be stuck in the duvet forever. Fighting the next akuma whilst looking like a spotty version of Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

A soft chuckle sounded in front of her, her eyes rising to connect with Adrien's. How could he look so bright and handsome in the morning? Seriously, he rolled out of bed and looked like he was ready for a catwalk, she rolled out of bed looking like she'd partaken in a cat fight.

"Let me help." His warm hands grazed her ankle as he reached for her and began to expertly move it around, slowly untangling her legs with perfect precision and coordination — everything she didn't have.

"There," he finally said, "you're free once more, fair maiden."

She hadn't even realised he'd finished, instead her eyes were still tracking his hands and fingers. Every tiny movement, somehow fascinating and intriguing. It was like when she watched him play piano, the movement of each finger was a delicate yet well rehearsed dance. Gliding across the keys and hitting every note in perfect pitch and length.

"Oh," she coughed, coming back to her senses once more. "Thank you."

Kicking her feet once more she shot up and marched her way to where a pile of clothing sat on the nightstand, scooping it in her arms and marching towards the doorway.

"Marinette?"

"Don't worry Adrien, you just grab that duvet and have some more sleep. I've got everything covered here."

He chuckled and she turned around to see what was so funny. She watched as he walked from the bed over towards the chest of drawers, grabbing another pile of clothing and taking it to her. Swapping the piles over, he took the ones from her hands and placed them on the bed.

"These are yours." He nodded at the pile he'd just given her.

Looking between the two piles, Marinette noticed the one with boxers and the one with rather expensive looking panties. A squeak left her mouth as she took the underwear from the top of the pile and slammed it underneath. Bolting for the doorway, Marinette ricocheted off the doorframe and into the hallway, bouncing off the wall and miraculously ending up in the bathroom. She took a deep breath and placed the pile of clothing down, shutting and locking the door behind her.

Sitting down on the toilet seat, she held her head in between her hands, steadying her breath and considering her options.

"Oh, Tikki, why am I such a mess?"

The silence smacked her around the face like a wet glove. Tikki wasn't here. Plagg had taken her one and only confidante away from her and she had no idea where to. He better be looking out for the sick kwami or Marinette would well and truly have to make him pay.

She stood up and walked to the clothing, moving it around and checking it out. Woolly jumpers, thick knitted cardigans, leggings, jeans, joggers... There was something for every occasion there, including a pair of Chat Noir themed pyjamas. She didn't know whether to be impressed by the elderly lady's taste or worried about her granddaughter's obvious love for her partner.

Then came the underwear... What the hell? She pulled the offending article by the waistband, looking at the scrap of material like the devil's spawn. Who in their right mind would buy someone in their family these? Especially their granddaughter! They were very much what a boyfriend would buy for his girlfriend, and it wasn't like she had other options either, every single pair were skimpy, lacy and, by the look of them, wedgie inducing.

Dear Lord! She was going to be wearing dental floss.

"Tikki, I'm in a mess! Where are you?"

Marinette looked out the window before looking back at the pile of clothing. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep sigh and began to sort out her outfit for the day, deciding to wash her knickers and then replace them as soon as they were dry. There was no chance she was spending a day in these skimpy things.

Although...

Stopping short, Marinette smiled in a way the Grinch would be proud of. She had decided yesterday she was going to make Adrien love her again... and these? Well... he'd seen them, and maybe... no! This was wrong. Was she really thinking about seducing Adrien? What was she going to do? Put the underwear on and go and parade starkers for him to see? I don't think so!

However, good underwear did give you confidence, so maybe wearing them under her bottom would help improve her desirability. Maybe he would be able to tell from her confidence that she was the girl of his dreams once more? And wearing itty bitty panties.

Yes, she would wear these and 'wow' Adrien with her Ladybug confidence once more. He didn't know what was about to hit him.

Placing the chosen pair — Ladybug red — to one side, she continued to move through the clothing trying to come to terms with what she knew about Adrien. What would he find appealing to the eye? After all, if she could hook him that way it would make everything so much easier.

Leggings.

She grabbed a pair of black leggings and placed them on top of her panties. Next... a top. She found a plain white tee which would work great with one of the long sweaters she'd been sent. Pulling them out one at a time and holding them in front of her, Marinette considered what effect she wanted to have on Adrien, finally finding the perfect jumper. A long blue one with a little fuzzy black kitty in a Santa hat sitting in the middle. A pun framing the picture and asking everyone to have the 'Pawfect Christmas'. Oh yes! This would be purrfect.

Now her outfit was perfected she needed to up her game with the flirting. She wasn't exactly the greatest flirt, but she was quite sure she could get a little stir out of him, after all he did used to have a thing for her.

Pushing out her lips, Marinette pouted to herself in the mirror, twisting side to side and trialling different eyes and mouth movements. This couldn't be too hard, could it? Wasn't flirting natural for humans to do?

Stripping out of her day old clothing, Marinette flicked the switch on the shower and stepped inside. Today was going to be a new day, and by the end of it she would have shown Adrien that Marinette – Ladybug – would once again be worth loving.