Prompt: Cosy Sweaters

Granny had pulled a fast one, not only had she given Marinette what looked like the most flattering clothing ever, but the underwear. Oh, goodness! Taking a few deep breaths he moved to the bed and began to remake it, adding the quilt back on top of the mattress and brushing it down.

He'd had the greatest night's sleep. Whether it was from the sheer exhaustion and panic of the previous day's events, or because he was cuddled next to the girl of his dreams he wasn't sure, but he was well rested and ready to take on the day. Although, he couldn't help but be baffled as to why she threw herself off the bed like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible — it was her idea to share the bed.

Operation: Get Marinette was a-go.

Finding his phone he pulled up Nino's number and dropped him a quick message asking for moral support. Today was going to be the day, he was going to make himself irresistible to Marinette. He was going to combine Chat Noir, Catwalker and Adrien Agreste to try and find the perfect combination for what she wanted.

Moving from the bed, he headed to where he'd replaced his clothes after taking them from Marinette. As he began to look through the many outfit choices he looked down to see Marinette's phone placed on the nightstand where he'd left it for her last night. He thought back to how he felt when he saw Luka's name appear. Yes, he'd been jealous of Luka in the past but he had to push past that. Luka and Marinette were good friends, and it's something he needed to accept and stop fretting over.

Marinette was single. He knew that. He also knew Luka had stepped back a little when it came to the heroine.

He turned his attention to the job at hand, finding the perfect clothing which would make Marinette see him as a desirable male. Someone to take home and introduce to her parents. Come to think of it that had already been covered but enough of that... Yes, he wanted her to fall for him, but he wasn't going to ignore the fact that he was a decent looking man and he also wouldn't deny he was going to use it to his advantage.

"Plagg, where are you little dude?" Adrien sighed, walking back to the bed with his new selection of clothing and laying it out. He missed the small kwami something rotten and he couldn't help but pray wherever his friend was he was safe and looking after Tikki. At least they were together.

A black tee, a thick knit grey cardigan and blue jeans was placed out on the bed. It was a nice little combination and one Granny had said to be 'swoon worthy' when he was modelling for her yesterday. He trusted the older lady, she seemed to know a thing or two about fashion and was very knowledgeable when it came down to it. He wasn't going to argue with her expertise.

He grabbed his boxers and a spare towel out of the wardrobe, and headed to the small ensuite complete with the world's tiniest shower cubicle. He had decided to make the shower quick, before heading out to the kitchen to make them both breakfast. If only he could find a rose somewhere to add to a well decorated and filled tray.

Turning on the shower, he stuck his hand underneath the spray feeling the temperature and checking whether it was suitable to step into. He wasn't sure if the cabin would have a decent supply of hot water, but with Marinette in the other bathroom, Adrien knew he needed to be quick, hoping that the water would last and that he could at least wash his hair. Reaching to the caddy in the cubicle, he noticed Marinette must have placed his shampoo there when she was putting their supplies away.

Adrien placed a rather generous amount of gel in his hand, lathering it into his hair, frothing the gel and massaging it into his scalp. As he was beginning to wash the shampoo out of his hair, he couldn't help but notice the temperature of the water begin to drop. Time to speed up his wash and get the main parts cleaned.

Grabbing a bar of soap, Adrien quickly scrubbed down his body and just in time too, as the water lost what was left of warmth and without much warning began to coat him in ice cold water.

Yelping, Adrien jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly wrapping it around his waist and looking for his boxers. He was sure he'd brought them into the bathroom with him, yet, they were nowhere to be found.

After looking around the tiny cupboard sized room, it was quite clear they weren't in there. He'd looked everywhere, and there weren't too many places they could be hidden in such a small space. Finally resigning to the fact he wasn't going to find them anytime soon, Adrien made sure the towel was tight around his waist and opened the door, ready to head back into the bedroom and to where, hopefully, some different underwear would be waiting for him.

Walking over the threshold, Adrien ran his hand through his still soaked hair as he looked down towards the floor. He needed to find his brush too, with his hair getting longer it was becoming more of a nightmare to tame, knot after knot forming in his usually silky locks.

Unexpectedly, his walk came to a halt as his body collided with something, something that took all the air from the room with a rather large gasp.

His hands shot out in a way that had been made natural thanks to his super form, grabbing hold of whatever it was to steady himself. His hands grabbing onto something that felt... human. Looking up, he was startled to look into bright blue eyes, eyes which had widened in shock — or horror.

"A-A-Adrien?" Marinette's voice came out in a stutter not dissimilar to her younger days. His hands remained holding her hips as he looked into her startled eyes.

As she moved her gaze downwards, Adrien suddenly became very aware of his lack of clothing. He wasn't sure whether it was Marinette's gaze, or the fact he was half naked, but his skin began to prickle; goosebumps popping up over his arms and chest as it seemed like she was checking him out. Maybe he didn't need the 'swoon' worthy sweater after all.

"I - um - have you seen my underwear?" he asked, unsure of what else to say.

He was still holding her, his fingers unable to release their grasp and let her go. Her hands placed and burned into his pecks, as her mouth slightly opened and her hips leaned in towards him. Her body language was fully in the moment and incredibly responsive towards him.

"I would prefer to see you without." A gasp left Marinette's mouth as she attempted to move away quickly, fumbling backwards completing her escape with a backwards roll over the mattress and onto the floor.

Like something out of a comedy, Marinette sprung back up onto her feet and brushed her recently dried hair from her face with her hands. It was down, and he couldn't help ogling at the wondrous sight. His face a reflection to hers as she looked him over once more — he was pretty certain she was checking him out.

She began to mumble and make her way towards the door, ricocheting off the furniture as she moved. "I mean, I will look for your underwear. Right now!" She stomped one foot and pointed to the ground before turning and walking straight into the wooden object.

Adrien winced, bringing his shoulders up near his ears as he watched Marinette check her nose for blood — tapping it and looking at her hand.

"It's a good door," she said, looking towards him with tear filled eyes. He wanted to step towards her, to check she was okay and hadn't broken her perfect little button nose, but unfortunately she had already yanked open the door and started to make her way out. "Solid oak, definitely 10 out of 10, best door I've ever walked into."

"Marinette, are you okay?"

"Yup," she said, her voice muffled from where, once again, she was checking her nose for blood. "Peachy." Without another word she closed the door behind her and Adrien was once again left alone in the room.

He strutted over to the mirror on the closet door, and turned in different directions checking himself out. He thought he looked okay. Would he be delusional to think Marinette liked what she saw too?

With one last check, Adrien moved back to his bed and picked up his clothing, finding his boxers screwed up in a ball and dumped on top. He looked around the room for his kwami, only to come up short. He couldn't help but think the little god of destruction was partially to blame for his sudden loss and find of his underwear.

Unwrapping the towel, Adrien turned, leaving his back to the door as he removed the fluffy, cotton from around his waist.

"I've left my –"

Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he noticed Marinette standing and gwaping at him as he attempted to place on his boxers as quickly as possible. With one leg raised, he quickly moved to slot in the other only to lose his balance and fall onto the floor — but he was certain she had seen his bare goods,

How? You ask.

Adrien heard a shriek followed by a slap, thinking it was most likely Marinette placing a hand over her face once more and heading towards the doorway, only to hit the frame again. Sticking his head up over the bed like a meerkat, Adrien watched as Marinette moved her arm around in obvious need to open the door or doing a crazy woman mime of how to pat a dog.

"Yep, this door and frame is definitely high quality and dent proof. We must let the staff at reception know how well they've done. The backside is amazing – the back of the door – not your backside, of course. Though I'm not saying it's not nice, because it really is wonderful, the perfect pepper shape...phoar! I'm going to go now."

Making her way out the room, Marinette once again collided with the door before whimpering to herself and continuing on her way.

Yep, he thought, he may not be a model anymore but he still had it.

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A couple of minutes later, Adrien walked into the kitchen sporting the most comfy cardigan he'd ever owned. Seriously, if Granny had knitted this herself he wanted to commission her for a dozen more. The wool sat perfectly, and rubbed warm comfort against his skin. He looked up to ask Marinette to come and feel it when he froze in the doorway. A smile graced his face and he moved himself to lean against the frame. The sight in front of him was like something out of a dream. A high quality, deepest desire dream. Marinette stood at the cooker making pancakes as Mariah Carey blasted out of the stereo.

She moved around the area in a well rehearsed dance routine, her heavenly voice singing into her whisk as she shuffled and sang her heart out. She was dressed perfectly for a cold winter day. Her cosy sweater paired with black leggings and thick woolly socks. She was the most wonderful sight.

She spun around and grabbed the pan, tossing the pancake and catching it with relative ease for someone so accident prone. Crossing his arms over his chest, his feet mirrored the action, and his shoulder the bearer of his weight, holding him in position. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The effortless movements he usually only saw in her superhero form was centre stage as she continued dancing around the kitchen.

"Oh-oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere, And the sound of children's laughter fills the air. And everyone is singing. I hear those sleigh bells ringing. Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? Won't you please bring my baby to me?"

Not being able to stand on the side lines any longer — and becoming increasingly jealous of the whisk — Adrien pushed himself from the wall and headed towards Marinette, grabbing hold of her hand and spinning her under his arm, taking hold of the whisk and placing it down on the counter. He pulled her into his body before spinning her out again. The sound of her laughter expanding his heart to almost triple the size, leaving nothing more than to join in with her.

Adrien twirled her around the kitchen every now and then taking her into a dramatic lift; smiling and laughing as he attempted to channel his inner diva and make Marinette laugh. The brightness in her face was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Adrien," Marinette giggled as the song came to a close. "Put me down."

Laughing, he allowed her to slide to the floor from where he held her high up in the air, only letting go once she was stable. He moved backwards a little, lining himself up with the fridge and taking out a bottle of water.

"You're such a good singer, M'Lady. I could listen to you for hours." Trying not to over do it, Adrien kept his tone light, complimenting Marinette and moving on. He had to make sure he was playing this correctly, letting her know he cared but not being overly pushy... kind of aloof.

"Thanks Kitty."

She'd used his nickname and he could have melted on the spot. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile before turning back to the job at hand and completing their pancakes.

"So what's the plan for today?" she asked, loading the plates with the first offerings. It was then he realised she had two pans cooking at the same time. Was there anything this girl couldn't do?

"I was thinking," Adrien pushed himself up onto the bar stool before starting again. "I was thinking maybe we could watch the end of the movie and see if the snow dies down a little, so that way we can go into the main lodge."

Marinette nodded, turning off the stove and placing the pans in warm, bubbly hot water. He noticed then something in Marinette's demeanour had changed. Her back straightened as she turned around and began to walk with an over enthusiastic sway of the hips.

Her cheeks looked flushed and her eyes were doing some sort of strange fluttering, almost as though she had an eyelash in her eye.

"I've made them just the way you —" Her sentence was cut short by yet again another Marinette catastrophe.

Whether it was her eyesight which had caused the issue, or wearing socks on a slippery surface, he didn't know? All he knew was that pancakes make a rather impressive frisbee, as demonstrated by Marinette as her feet slipped on the wooden flooring and sent the stack flying through the air... and straight into his face.