Prompt: Christmas Movie

Marinette wasn't sure what the world had against her, but whether she was being condemned from doing something bad in this life, or whether it had stemmed from another life, another time, it didn't matter. All that she knew was that the world was against her and that she'd obviously done something to upset space and time because there was no waysomeone could have this much bad luck.

She'd gone from waking up with Adrien attempting to give her a hickey, to panty gate (in her case) and no panty gate (in his). Adding to all this she'd managed to throw a plate full of pancakes all over his face. This was horrendous.

Marinette started to look through the DVD collection in a small cupboard whilst Adrien went to get changed. She really was the worst flirt in the world.

He had looked amazing. The thick cardigan was a wonderful design for his tall, lean body. The fit was impeccable and the style very much Adrien — it was as though it had been made especially for him and that just made things worse.

She wanted to woo him, to make him fall in love with her and want to be with her, not run away to save himself from a life full of pancakes in his hair. Worst of all, that wonderful cardigan she wanted to snuggle up to him in was ruined. Completely wrecked and unable to live another day. What an idiot!

Looking through the DVD's she attempted to keep her mind on what she was doing and not on the fact Adrien was most likely topless once more in the bedroom — their bedroom. She'd seen him topless numerous times in the past, especially due to their regular meets at the local swimming baths, however, seeing him fresh out of the shower, towel low on hips and hand brushing through his hair... Well, that was a lot for a girl to contend with. And his ass!!! She'd never seen a butt like it! It was a full pepper with amazing dimples and very well toned cheeks, and she hated herself for staring at it so much. She felt slightly perverted for ogling him but she just couldn't turn her head away, and when she did she ended up face planting the door.

Marinette's cheeks flamed from the thought of what she'd seen – and the pain from walking into the doorframe. Another catastrophe.

She liked to describe Adrien as skinny fit, he was skinny yet his body was toned to perfection. She wasn't sure whether he was lucky and naturally looked that way, or whether it was all thanks to his recent work out regime. Whatever it was though, it was doing him good.

Continuing to look through the movies, she suddenly lost all interest and instead, turned her head to the doorway and stared at it in hope her eyes would suddenly be able to see through solid objects. Marinette couldn't help the loved up sigh leave her lips as she thought about the way that lucky towel had seated itself against Adrien's hips, allowing the 'V' line to drop below the soft cotton of the material. Was it possible to be jealous of an inanimate object?

As she continued in her Adrien filled daydream, the door clicked open and she almost fell down completely flat against the floor. She really needed to pull herself together or her cheeks would inherit a permanent glow of a bright red hue, covering from her face down onto her neck and onto her chest.

"Are you okay?" Adrien came to crouch beside her, his hand reaching out and touching her forehead with the back of his fingers, before sliding it down her cheek and to the back of her neck.

Closing her eyes, Marinette allowed her body to relax into the cooling touch of Adrien's hand, her throat letting out a rumble before a groan escaped. Her eyes shot open in mortification. No! Oh no, oh no, oh no!

"Amazing, I'm great!" Stumbling backwards and onto her bottom, Adrien lost his balance and fell forward, catching himself on his hands over her body; his face almost connecting with hers.

"You okay now?" he whispered, his breath hitting her face and her hands itching to grab the back of his head and pull him to her, taking his lips for her own. But they weren't there yet. She still had some ground work to put in.

"I'm still fine." She smiled at him, pushing herself up, her arms placed behind her as she manoeuvred around and slid herself from underneath him. "I'm fine." She repeated, smiling at him and pushing herself to stand.

Marinette brushed imaginary dust from her jumper, letting out a little cough as she continued to move about the room. "So The Holiday, where did we get to? Then, if you want, I heard there was going to be some kind of afternoon entertainment in the house."

Adrien coughed and stood, brushing down his jeans and stretching to his full height. "Sure." He agreed.

He took himself to sit on the sofa, one leg stretched out as the other hung down and was placed firmly on the floor. She looked at the length of him – of how he filled the sofa with relative ease, and if she thought he looked good in his previous outfit, well, it had nothing on this. He was stunning.

The cream of the cardigan sat wonderfully against the black of his tee and the darkness of his jeans. Even though he technically wasn't a model anymore, no one could deny him if he decided to step back into it one day.

"Are you going to come and join me? Or are you just going to just stare?"

The playful wiggle of his eyebrows had her, once again, coating her cheeks in a soft, glowing red. She never released, she blushed so much until she met Adrien. Now it just seemed to be a permanent feature for when he was in the immediate vicinity.

Her plan was not going to plan (for want of better words) she was getting too flustered. She was meant to be in control, to get him flustered — not the other way around.

Turning away from Adrien, she picked up the remote and considered her options. She could seat herself on the opposite end of the couch, though the way he was sitting was kind of an open invitation. Maybe he wanted to continue where they left off last night?

But what if she'd got it wrong and he was just stretching out? If she went and sat herself practically on his lap only for him to ask her to move. If only there was a...

A sudden thought hit her hard. This was risky but if it worked then she'd have her answer.

One thing about leggings was that they were see-through, that was a complete flaw with the otherwise versatile clothing item, and any woman knows the best underwear for under leggings was black... but she was wearing red.

Looking between the TV and the remote she came up with the most perfect idea — in her mind anyway.

"The remote doesn't seem to be working. I'll turn it on from the main box." She ignored Adrien's protests to give it a try, instead moving forwards and towards the cabinet before starting her descent towards the power button.

Bending from her hips, Marinette concentrated on keeping her legs straight allowing the material to tighten around her bottom and slightly become translucent displaying the telltale signs of her underwear underneath. Her red panties.

Smiling to herself, she couldn't believe how easy this plan actually was. She should have thought about this a while ago. She knew Adrien was a butt man. She managed to wiggle that out of him the night they got drunk on top of the Eiffel Tower a couple of months ago. Though they really shouldn't have been drinking, they were curious to know if they could get intoxicated in the suits. The answer (for those interested) was no, however, as soon as they dropped the transformation they realised how stupid the idea had actually been.

Marinette had been grounded for a month for leading Adrien off the straight and narrow, apparently her parents were worried about what she was doing to pure, sweet Adrien Agreste. They would never believe it was his idea and he supplied the alcohol. Even when Adrien was singing 'Come on Eileen' in her bedroom swigging a bottle of wine.

However, that tiny piece of information was about to change Marinette's life because she knew she had a good butt, she worked too hard not have a good one, and as soon as she had bent over correctly Adrien would come running to her, begging for a chance, one she'd very gladly give.

Moving more, she got lower and lower, her finger ready to press the button, only for the sound of snapping stitches to insult her ears, snapping stitches with brought to her attention that Adrien would now be staring at her bare, naked ass as her leggings ripped apart at the seams.

Well, that was unfortunate.

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"Did we have a meet cute?"

"A meet cute?"

"Yeah, like what they're on about here. Something that brought us together that was unusual. A meet cute." Marinette thought about what Adrien was asking. Did they have a meet cute? She supposed so, after all, the way they'd met each other was definitely out of the ordinary.

The raven haired hero was back on the sofa after changing her leggings for a pair of sturdy jeans — she'd checked them over thoroughly. After the mishap at the DVD player, she'd quickly vacated the room and ditched the legging and opted for something a little more substantial. Hopefully these would remain in one piece.

When she'd returned back to the sofa, Adrien's face was the same colour as the panties — the vibrancy of the red putting her super suit to shame.

"I guess we did," she said, tucking her feet underneath herself and resting an arm on the back of the sofa. She turned to look at Adrien, his face — now back to normal colour — waiting, expectantly, for her to continue. "You put gum on my seat and I resented you for it for the rest of the day."

Then you gave me your umbrella and I've been madly in love with you ever since. The words were there. Right on the tip of her tongue, but it wasn't the time, not yet.

"Wow! Nothing like holding a grudge, about a false memory," Adrien laughed. His body still stretched out and calling to her. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered cuddling with him the previous night, there was something so different to it. Something she hadn't experienced with him before and something she so desperately wanted to experience again.

"I was thinking more..." he began, his arms stretching up and his head causing his tee to lift slightly and show a section of bare abdomen. He was going to kill her! "... of you falling on me, literally of course, and entwining us metres above ground. Now that, M'Lady, is a meet cute."

She considered it for a second, looking at his smug face and raised eyebrows, wanting nothing more than to kiss every inch of it. Maybe that was a meet cute, but in their hero form, she was still right about the civilian version.

"I'll agree only if you agree mine was one too." She folded her arms and twisted around to face him, careful not to split any other clothing.

"I agree. So if we have one as Adrinette and Ladynoir, what about the others?"

"Woah, woah, woah! Are you 'ship' naming us?" Marinette asked, humour lacing her words as she glared at an overly enthusiastic Adrien.

"To be fair, I didn't come up with Ladynoir, your bff is to blame for that one, and if you're first there I want to be first on the other part of our lives."

She considered this for a moment then said something she should have probably kept to herself. "Well I've got Marichat so that's okay." Adrien's eyes widened and he sprung up to sitting position, getting a little too comfortable and a little too close.

"You've thought about the other ship names! And you're laughing at me?"

"I'm not laughing at you. I just never thought you'd think about that." She shrugged and moved away from him a little.

"What about the other one?" he queried, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Other one?" She crossed her arms and turned away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I'm sure you do, Buginette. But that's fine, we can go with my name."

Her head turned quick enough to give her severe whiplash. "Y-your name?"

"Yup." He moved back into his position again, Marinette left waiting and, obviously out of the loop.

"Are you going to elaborate on that?" She asked, the closing scenes of the movie playing out, yet she was too stubborn to turn it off.

"I don't see why I need to," he retorted.

"Stop being an ass and tell me!"

"Well, you'd know all about my ass wouldn't you." He dropped her a wink and her face became a lovely beetroot colour.

Oh my God! He'd obviously caught her not so subtle stare as his bare butt cheeks. Give me strength.

"Oh," she sprung from the sofa and made her way to the window. "It looks like it's stopped snowing as heavy. Let's go into the house." She made her way to the hallway and began to place on her coat and boots, set on getting away from the conversation and out of the cabin.

She heard the creak behind her, Adrien obviously standing to come and join her.

"Adribug's next mission," he announces, "to the house."

Marinette froze before glaring at him. "Adribug? Please! It's Ladrien." Suddenly realising what she'd said, Marinette slammed her hands over her mouth, much to the amusement of Adrien.

"Ladrien, eh? What was that? You want to lay Adrien? Or do you want to get Adrien laid?" His eyes twinkled with mischief, she was never going to live this down. "I'm sure if you asked him nicely he would help you out. I hear he's a big fan of Ladybug,"

Grabbing her coat, scarf and hat, Marinette headed towards the doorway, set on escaping before he said anything else.

"Shut up!" she mumbled. This was not going the way she had planned. Why couldn't she just keep her big mouth shut?

"If it's mainly my name, what does the L stand for? Love? I'm all up for that."

With a swift movement she was out of the door and advancing on the house. Her face sizzled everytime a snowflake landed on her cheek, and dissolved to pure water from the burning effect of Adrien's words.

How was she ever going to survive?