Prompt: Matching Sweaters

Adrien probably should have stopped, but it seemed that teasing Marinette was getting quite the reaction from her and he was enjoying it a little too much. The walk across to the main house had been accompanied by snowballs being thrown at him, slaps to the upper arm and at one point she jumped onto his back. Each and every action caused a vibration of something exquisite to run down his spine... if only she knew.

The walk was a relatively short one, however the snow had increased in thickness meaning the difficulty had increased too. He walked carefully, trying not to skid on black ice as Marinette led the way in front, luckily, in her new boots. They were a lot more stable than the others, allowing her to grip solidly against the snow covered paths, and the change from her leggings to her jeans had been quite the sight for his sore eyes.

They were now 1-1 when it came to bare tush viewings. When her leggings ripped he couldn't help but stare, just as she had at him. He felt terrible for gawking at her, but it just seemed like another dream come true. He cursed himself inwardly, this isn't something he should be thinking about, it was disrespectful to her and if she found out she'd probably throw him to Timbuktu. Sometimes he resented himself for being so male and so needy when it came to anything to do with Marinette. He really was a horrible person.

As they approached the house, Adrien darted around Marinette and up the staircase. It was time to start his wooing.

He grabbed the door handle, and pulled it open, directing Marinette inside with a kind smile and a friendly 'after you'.

She smiled back, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. He had overdone it, her face confirming that statement as she stamped down on the mat and knocked the snow off her boots, continuing by removing her coat and scarf to place on the rack without looking back at him.

"I'm sorry, Marinette." He closed the door behind him before mirroring her actions. "I took the joke too far, I didn't mean to upset you." He stepped in front of her and placed his hands on her arms, bending down slightly so he could look into the ocean blue of her eyes. God, he'd never get tired of them. They were beyond gorgeous. The shape, the colour, the stories they told. He was so happy he got to see them so often and in so many different ways.

Even with the team now working together more often than not, none of them saw Ladybug the way he did, with the sheer determination and righteousness which saved the day time and time again. He was lucky, oh so lucky – and it was something he never forgot.

When the reveal had happened two years ago everything had seemed to be going in the right direction. They were extremely close as Adrien and Marinette, and Ladybug and Chat Noir were the best of friends resulting in them becoming an increasingly powerful team. The evidence of this was placed in the development of their powers. Not only had the strength of his cataclysm increased but the amount of times he could use it had too. It seemed once the reveal had happened and their love square was – seemingly – resolved their powers had hit maximum level and although there were still things to learn they were strong... incredibly strong.

Since that day when the masks had fallen they'd been inseparable, using their superpowers as an excuse to hang out with each other as much as possible. When it came time to choose a university it had been a simple decision... They were staying in Paris – together.

A sigh left her lips and she closed her eyes. "I hate that I always make a fool out of myself in front of you."

He almost recoiled back in shock and disbelief. Firstly, she'd opened up to him; never had she been so honest without him prying or doing something drastic, and secondly why would she think she made a fool out of herself? Did she not understand how much he adored the way that she was? That every little thing about her intrigued and amazed him. He was utterly besotted with her, he would never ever think that she was a fool.

"Marinette." He softened his voice as he spoke her name, his eyebrows reacting with his words. "You don't –"

"Cooee!"

Dropping his hands from Marinette's shoulders, Adrien turned around to where the call had derived, coming face to face with none other than Granny. He heard a snort sound from behind him and it was obvious Marinette was reacting to what had just caused his eyes to bulge out of his head. Granny was standing in front of them wearing a jumper sporting the word 'Naughty'.

"Dears, hello! Oh, wow, don't you two look smashing. The clothes fit you wonderfully. Like they were made for you." Granny's smile was wide, but he knew his was wider. How could it not be? This small petite lady was walking around with 'Naughty' on her jumper decorated in bells and sparkles. Only one thing could make this better and he was just walking into the hallway.

"Oh, sweetheart," Granny called, "look how fabulous Adrien and Mary look."

"Marinette," his partner said, appearing alongside him, a wonderful smile on her face. She continued moving, opening her arms out and accepting the smaller lady into a hug of thanks. He watched the two women as something stirred in his gut. There was something oddly familiar about these two when they stood together, something he couldn't quite place.

"How are we all doing today? Did you both sleep well?"

Grampa smiled at them both, looking like the cat that got the cream as he swung an arm around his wife's shoulders to display their festively matching jumpers.

Where Granny claimed herself as 'Naughty', Gramps stood there announcing himself as 'Nice'.

The sheer humour of these two strutting around in such matching sweaters was hilarious and, if Adrien was being honest, so damn cute! They looked adorable, and seeing Granny with Naughty spread in glitter over her chest just added to the character description he was building in his head, one of a fairytale romance and pure devoted love.

"If they slept," Granny giggled to herself, only for Grampas to bark out his own amusement.

"Not for another couple of hours, Love." Grampa turned his head to Marinette and dropped a wink, causing the girl to blush in response. "I bet they're here for the dance class."

"Oh!" Adrien claimed, turning his own attention onto Marinette, only to be met with a shrug. A hand stretched to the back of his neck, his nervous tick on show for all around as he considered a way to get out of this. "I - um - I don't know if..."

"Yes," Marinette announced, cutting him off before he could eloquently deny. A beaming smile took over her face as she ignored Adrien's uncomfort. "Yes," she commented again quietly, "I thought it sounded fun when Gramps was telling me about it yesterday." Marinette indicated to the older man, who suspiciously started to mirror Adrien's actions.

He watched the old man only to find an uncanny resemblance between them. This was creepy.

"Did he now?" Granny turned to her husband, her stance strong and domineering. It was 100% obvious who wore the trousers in this house. Adrien felt himself cower backwards, his fear for the older man radiating out of his skin.

"Oh, well," Gramps claimed, "you only live once."

"And that will be cut short if you don't stop spreading nonesene."

Adrien guessed that this was for Gramps ears only, however, the older lady must have been partially deaf because he was quite sure anyone in the immediate area had heard it too.

"So, Marinette," Gramps turned his attention away from his wife and looked to where Marinette was standing. "How about you be my partner for this afternoon's class? You look as though you'd be quite nimble on your feet."

Adrien covered his mouth to hide the guffaw on the brink of escaping. Marinette? Nimble? The two words should never ever be put in the same sentence, Adrien now worried for Gramps feet.

Looking at Marinette he was shocked to see her face light up, was she purposefully trying to get away from him?

"Of course," she said, linking an arm through Gramps and heading to the dining hall which was seconding as a bar/entertainment room for the bed and breakfast.

"That leaves you with me." Little Miss Naughty stepped forward and grabbed Adrien by the arm, almost pulling him over in her vigour. The tiny woman had quite the amazing strength for someone so pocket sized.

Following the footsteps of the other couple, they made it into the dining hall and the bar area to see the tables and chairs had all been pushed to one side, a makeshift dance floor — complete with a dance lesson — taking place in the middle of the room.

"Come on, let's show them how it's done."

Moving them to the opposite end of the room to Marinette and Gramps, Granny placed his hands in the correct position and began to move, following direction from the instructor. It seemed like it was some sort of square dance.

As Adrien kept his eyes firmly on his feet making sure his one-two-one step was perfectly placed on the floor, not the lady's feet, he couldn't help slyly glancing over to his partner.

"So how's things going with Marinette?"

The instructor announced the music was coming on, hiding Adrien's words as he moved closer and spoke into Granny's ear. He had to bend down almost a foot to get close to her and he imagined if he had to stay there for much longer he'd end up with back pain. The instructor counted them in and they began to move, Adrien taking the opportunity to respond to his partner.

"Hey, you got her name right," he said, a small smirk taking over his face.

"Of course I did," she huffed, "I'm not an idiot. But anyway, is she your girlfriend now?"

"Unfortunately not, everything just seems to be mistimed. I tell I love her but she's asleep, I try to flirt with her and she either gets angry or too embarrassed."

"That's a bit of an ass isn't it," she said, Adrien screwing his nose up in response. What an odd choice of words.

"Not exactly how I would have phrased it myself, but yes." Adrien smiled at Granny, continuing his one-two step and enjoying the sounds of Blue Christmas as it blasted through the speakers.

"You know," Granny said, her face looking at Adrien with sheer determination. "Let me talk to her. I'm sure I can get to the bottom of it and help you both out."

"Oh!" Adrien stood back in shock. "I couldn't ask you to do that, that's not - I mean - I know Marinette, she's a closed book when it comes to things like this."

Granny giggled. "Oh, sweet boy," she said, "I'm sure we'll get along just fine. I'm sure I can get her to open up a little."

Adrien changed his eye line to look over at Marinette once more. It seemed Gramps was rebelling and doing his own thing; spinning her around and creating his own dance routine. Her smile brightened the room as her laugh lifted over the music. As always, he felt his eyebrows soften in response to the view in front of him and like an unheard calling, Marinette's head turned to look at him, her mouth creating that wonderful 'o' shaped he wanted to kiss so much. The little pout of her lips made her look cute and desirable all at the same time, taking his breath away and longing once more for the girl with the raven hair.

"You really love her don't you?"

A small laugh left his lips and he looked back at Granny. "Am I that obvious?"

"Give her time, My Love. She'll come around."

Adrien shrugged in response. He didn't want her to come around, he wanted her to already be there, covering her love for him with nervousness. She blew hot and cold, and the hotter she got the more he pushed it. It just seemed to be a natural reaction to any hope she gave him.

The music stopped, stalling everyone and giving them a chance to break apart and talk in joyous tones to their partner. Applause sounded around the room and people began to move back to the chairs and tables around the edge.

"You're a good one, Adrien," she said, lifting onto her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sure once you two finally get it together it's going to be a love fairytale characters would be jealous of."

"Are you trying to steal my wife?" Gramps had reappeared with Marinette and looked with amusement at the two.

"You know no one could steal me from you, Cherie."

They all laughed as Gramps lifted Marinette's hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss to the back. "Thank you for humouring this old man with a dance. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get to know more about this young man who has turned the head of my wife."

"Oh, stop!" Granny said, smacking her hand against his upper arm. "Marinette, are you any good at baking? I hear they're making iced cookies in the kitchen."

"That sounds fun," Marinette responded before quickly turning to Adrien. "If that's okay with you?"

"Of course," he smiled, "go and have fun."

Marinette's face lit up and a sense of longing ran through him, maybe this time with Gramps could give him an insight into love, after all, the man had been with the love of his life for years, it seemed.

She moved forwards, stretching up on her toes similar to what Granny had done, and placed a kiss on his cheek, his hand reaching to place on top of it as his cheeks burned up.

"I'll see you soon."

Both Adrien and Marinette turned to the older couple, watching as they cuddled and kissed like a couple of newly dating teenagers. They were adorable and so in love.

"I love you," Gramps said.

"I love you too," replied Granny.

One thing seemed certain, whatever it was that these two had between them it was something truly remarkable and special, and Adrien knew — if he could pick Gramp's brain — this could be him and Marinette too, after all, they were an unstoppable team.