Marinette walked around tapping her phone on her leg. She stopped, looked at her phone, groaned and then repeated the walking again. She'd completed this sequence so many times she was beginning to annoy herself.

She looked at her phone again, opened the contacts, looked at Adrien's smug face then closed the contacts. This became the added section of her phone dance routine she was trying to perfect.

Adrien had told Marinette to contact him if she was bored and they could find something to do. That was six hours ago. Six hours ago she'd last spoken to Adrien. Three hours ago she'd completed another dress for Paris Fashion Week and one hour ago, she'd started her insane phone dance.

Just call him for crying out loud! The little devil on her shoulder was screaming at her, along with her nice calm angel. It seemed everyone was pro Adrienette.

She pulled up his picture again and pressed call. It rang out. Quickly pressing the red button on the screen she threw the phone onto the sofa like a live grenade. Sweat coated her hands causing her to wipe them down the legs of her jeans. What was wrong with her? She couldn't understand why she was behaving like such an idiot.

Her phone began to vibrate against the cushions. Incoming call - Adrien Agreste. She let out a ghastly breathe and answered.

"Adrien, hi!" Marinette dug the heel of her palm into her head.

"I had a missed call off you? It rang out once." Marinette could hear the hard beat of music in the background. He must be in a bar or a club surrounded by gorgeous young women. Showing they're big, fake boobs and nicely curved torsos, in teeny tiny mini dresses.

"Oh, ermmmm ... it sounds like you're busy. I'll speak to you tomorrow."

"Gym. I'm at the gym, need my Thor arms looking their best for the weekend." Marinette let out a giggle as she heard Adrien grunt and a clanging of metal.

"You ok, Princess? Don't tell me you pocket dialled me." Marinette scoffed, how the hell did she answer that one. She could hear noises within the background, including a zip and a door closing. The beats of the music had decreased greatly and Marinette could hear his deep breathing more.

"There's no point in pretending, you know me too well."

"That I do. So, what's the reason for the call Princess? I thought you would have been able to hold off seeing me for one more day."

"It's been two days actually, Adrien. And you told me to ring if I got bored." Marinette was feeling more confident. She felt like she could begin to flirt a little. She could hear his footsteps as he began to walk. Where was he going? Home?

"I was calling because ..." I haven't seen you today. "Errrrmmm it's because ..." I hope that seeing you can get rid of the heavy feeling in my chest?

"Yes?" He asks. The walking sound had stopped. He must be at his car.

"I'm hungry and I have no food, and I'm bored."

"Well lucky for you I have food and there's a film I want to watch on Netflix. I'm quite sure I could allocate a little one into my plans." Marinette could hear the teasing in Adrien's voice. He loved making sure she knew he was bigger, and oh boy, was he bigger. A beeping was heard in through the speaker followed by a click. He was placing his bag in the rear of his car.

"Give me an hour?"

"I want to see you looking all sweaty and hot."

His laugh ran through the phone to her veins. Yikes she was falling hard.

"Nobody wants to see that." The background noise was gone with a slam. He was behind the wheel. He was about to journey home.

"Do you want me to come and pick you up?" Adrien asked.

Marinette stalled and they both knew why. If she didn't drive it would be too easy for her to stay the night at his place. The silent seconds ticked past like minutes as he waited for her to reply.

"No it's ok, I'll drive. Race you there."

"Mari, just give me ..." and like that she was gone. Whilst Adrien was finishing his sentence, to himself, Marinette had placed on her shoes and was running out her door giggling like a little school girl.

Adrien laughed to himself as he began to drive home. She was a crazy little thing. The more she relaxed around him, the more she gave to him and the more he fell. In all his life he'd never rang someone back as fast as Marinette. The need to hear her voice was the most excruciating pain he'd ever experienced. She wanted to talk to him and he wanted to talk to her.

He'd dreamt last night he'd proposed to her and it felt so real. The disappointment when he woke up was overwhelming, he would gladly spend the rest of his life with just her. As he painted around his room that morning all he could think about was Marinette, and he came to a conclusion.

When all the drama was out the way; the bachelor weekend, the gala party and Paris Fashion Week, he was making it official. No more 'or something', no more 'fake girlfriend' he was determined to make it real, and he was determined to show her the love that was  running through his veins.

He was falling in love, she was becoming everything he wanted and everything he needed. He just needed to push back the fear of rejection and take her as his own, but not yet. She needed to know there were no strings attached. Just her and him, together against the world.

He laughed to himself again. He was starting to sound like a primal caveman. He could have pretty much any woman in Paris, but truly at the moment he couldn't give a shit. Marinette knew him. She knew the real Adrien Agreste, even when he was the broken down teenager she took him in and began to piece him together again. Then he made the most stupid decision of his life ... Kagami.

Driving towards his apartment, his mind was wondering to an alternate universe where he chose Marinette. Happiness, support, love, maybe even a family. Would it be too wrong of him to think that could happen now? They were both still young enough to create a new life together which would involve all their friends, and his mother. It would be heaven.

Before he knew it, he was parked and walking into the main entrance to his building. Pressing the button, the doors opened and he stepped inside. Selecting the fourth floor he turned to face the closing doors when a tiny woman launched herself on his waist.

"I win!" She announced. Finally pulling himself together, he realises the Koala wrapped around him was actually the girl he was falling madly in love with.

"Sorry Princess, I think you'll find I was here first."

"Nope! I win." Adrien let out a laugh as she tucked her head under his chin and hooked her legs tighter around his waist. How he hoped she couldn't feel what was happening underneath his sweats.

"Fine. You win." The doors signalled their arrival on the fourth floor and Adrien walked out with Marinette still attached.

"As fun as this is Princess, I need to put you down." She giggled as she dropped to her feet just outside his door. He smiled at her, before turning back and opening the door allowing her to lead the way in. She marvelled at how much the apartment had changed since her first visit. He really had cleaned up his act.

Adrien shut the door behind him and placed his bag and shoes in his little cupboard. Marinette was smiling as she looked around before laying her eyes on his.

"Hi." She said walking closer.

"Hi yourself." Adrien began to walk forward too.

The two stood staring at each other for approximately a point of a second before their lips were locked and their hands were wrapping tightly around each other's body.

"I've missed you, Kitty." Marinette managed to say in between incredibly heated kisses. She truly had been missing out not having this all her life.

"Watch what you say Princess, I might think you're getting addicted to my kisses."

"What if I am?" Adrien pulled away and smiled. He knew exactly what she was doing.

"No, Mari." He let go of her and walked into the kitchen, switching on the kettle and pulling out two mugs.

"No, what? What have I done?" Marinette walked over to him and leant against the countertop. Crossed her arms over her chest.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I am not wasting my one chance of hot sex with you on a generic Tuesday night." Marinette rolled her eyes at Adrien, sometimes he could be cruel. She was horny and she wanted him. Why couldn't he be the Adrien Agreste the paparazzi had all promoted in the tabloids?

"Fine." She responded in a defeated attitude. Adrien smirked at her before carrying on making the coffees.

"Can you at least take your hoodie off?" Adrien looked down and realised his top had slipped off one shoulder. The zip was half way down and wasn't holding itself together too well. He knew she liked his arms, and he was quite sure drool was about to spill from her lips.

Marinette's eyes were taking on Adrien's usual serial killer black and he couldn't help the giddy feeling inside his body. Leaning in towards her, she was taken aback by the faint stubble on his jaw. How had she not realised that when she'd kissed him?

"Are you going to kill me, you little pervert?" He zipped the jacket up to the top and walked towards his room.

"Make yourself at home. I'm just jumping in the shower." He stepped into his room and closed the door.

Marinette could not wipe the smile off her face. He really was something. She grabbed the two mugs and walked over in front of the television placing both mugs on a coaster.

She started to wander around having a look at the different areas of his apartment. She started in his kitchen looking at the meal planner he had attached to his fridge. Marinette traced her finger down the list stopping on Wednesday.

Evening at the wife's

A chill ran down Marinette's spine. She'd never seen anything which could throw her into such a crazed frenzy like this did. She knew it was only there as decoration for others venturing to Adrien's apartment, but still it made her undeniably happy.

The stalking continued as Marinette made it to the pile of books in the corner of the room. Thick book upon thick book. All physics related.

"How does he understand all this?" Picking up the top text book she walked over to the sofa sitting down and beginning to skim through. She didn't understand this in lycée, she had no idea why she was looking at it again now.

"What you reading?" She jumped out her skin as Adrien spoke up behind her. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you?" He stepped forward taking his coffee from the table back into the kitchen. She turned her head to watch him begin their evening meal. Which she had read was omelettes.

"How do you enjoy reading this stuff? It makes no sense." Marinette placed the book down and made her way to the kitchen wrapping her arms around his waist. He was wearing jeans and a tee which was softer than a babies blanket. She couldn't help rubbing her face into his back.

"You, m'lady, are like having a pet dog or cat!"

"I can't help it. Your tees so soft and you're so warm." He began to laugh and the vibrations were like a cats purr through his body into hers.

She knew he was enjoying it. If he wasn't she would have been forced to let go by now. Instead he cooked the meal for two with her attached to his back. Finally, once it was done she let go and made her way to one side of his small dining table.

"Bon appetite." He exclaimed as he placed the omelette in front of her, and the other opposite. "I feel like we're missing the candles and flowers."

"You've cooked for me. That's very romantic in itself. I just hope I won't be poisoned for our shoot tomorrow." She smirked at him before placing her first bite in her mouth. She groaned at the delicious taste exploding over her taste buds.

"Now there's a sound I want to hear again." He wiggled his eyebrows at her as they both continued to eat.

"So Mr Agreste, tell me. If you were stuck on a desert island what would you take with you?"

Adrien placed his fork down and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Easy. A lifetime supply of croissants, my bed, and you."

"You can't take me. I'm not an object." Marinette chuckled at the dork in front of her. He looked very proud of himself.

"You never set that rule, plus it would be boring without you." He stood up taking the plates to the sink before returning with a small bowl for her.

"Ooooo what's this?" Marinette looked in the bowl.

"Cookie Dough ice cream."

"Where's yours?" Adrien sat down and rubbed his stomach.

"You don't look like this from eating that."

"It wouldn't hurt you to have a little. Plus, if you can't eat it why have you got it?"

"If I remembered rightly it's your favourite. I need to make sure my girlfriend has treats for when she comes round." He winked at her and she couldn't help blushing. How can he still have this effect? They snog each other's faces off now frequently. Yet a cute comment could cause her so many problems.

"Although," he moved around to end up next to Marinette, taking the spoon out of her hand and finishing what she'd left on it. "Your ice cream, off your spoon could become my new favourite sweet treat." There and then, just like her ice cream, she'd melted.

Grabbing told of his tee she pulled him closer to her. She licked over his now cold lips before entering her tongue into his mouth. The movement caught Adrien out. He dropped the spoon on the floor as his hands fought to grab a piece of Marinette. Picking her up. Lips still attached. He walked her over to the sofa. Lying her down and climbing on top.

He pulled away and looked at her beautiful blushing face. Oh, how he wanted to tell her right there and then just how much he loved her. How he wanted to take her to his bed and never let her leave. To pleasure her in ways she could only ever dream of. To have children together and to grow old together. But he couldn't say it. Not yet. So he did the one thing he could. He kissed her and loved her with his hands and mouth.

As they progressed to hotter kisses and deeper touching, they were pulled apart by Adrien's phone.

"Leave it." Marinette whispered as she pulled him down into another kiss, placing one hand on his back and the other on his ass. He slid one of his under her body and cupped her in response causing a groan to escape her lips.

The ringing ended as the two continued to make out. The silence lasted for about a minute before it started up again and again and again.

"Sorry Princess." Adrien climbed off Marinette carefully. Both of them were fully aware his arousal could cut through steel. She felt bad. He looked slightly in pain.

Adrien looked at the name on his phone - Nino.

As he answered the call Marinette sat herself up on his sofa. God, how she loved his touch. She was desperate to sleep with him, but nope! Apparently he had his own "perfect" ideas. She was so turned on at the moment she could barely think of anything other than what was in Adrien's underwear. That was until she looked up and saw Adrien's face.

He wiped a hand over his face and down the back of his hair. The call was not what he was expecting. He knew he had to speak to Marinette about this, but Adrien's nerves were on edge.

"Mari, sweetie. We have a slight issue." Adrien came and sat next to an extremely worried Marinette.

"Kim and Ondine have split up so Kim is going to share with Alix."

"Awwww that's sad. They were a great couple." Marinette looked at Adrien, that wasn't an issue. They had two spare spaces now Ondine is not going.

"That's not the issue. Luka wants to bring the girl his seeing." Marinette gasped at the request. How could he think he can bring someone we don't know on a special weekend for our best friends. Adrien looked at her understanding her trail of thought. That wasn't the main issue though.

"Princess ... the girl is Lila."