Adrien stood at the top of the Metro entrance waiting for Marinette to appear. He'd messaged her around thirty minutes ago to see if she was in need of a lift. She'd politely declined and told him she'd be getting the Metro. It was now ten minutes past seven and she hadn't appeared. He knew it'd been the wrong idea. A pretty girl like that riding the Metro was never going to end well.

Adrien pulled his phone out of his Levi's jean pocket and checked for any missed calls or messages. Nothing. He contemplated calling her or just dropping her a message to see if she was ok. A feeling brushed past him that she might be standing him up. He thought they'd got along well together earlier, he'd helped save her business making sure he stood up for his side of the deal. Now he was hoping she'd commit to hers.

Whilst he was waiting he checked in on the guys message group about tomorrow night. He was excited to be showing off a 'girlfriend', but slightly terrified they wouldn't believe he'd be with Marinette. She was everything he'd usually go for in the looks department, but her brain and her loving nature were against who he'd usually choose to be around. Plus everyone knew about her little crush on him. It had been the talk of the class for years.

He let out a sigh as he remembered the amount of times she'd run into class late. Swinging herself into the room in a whirlwind of apologises. He wasn't much better himself. He'd oversleep, a lot, thanks to all the modelling gigs his father pushed him into. By the end of their lycée years they'd share a secret smile between each other; not because of just being late though. Their friendship had bonded quite significantly over the years and they'd spend a lot of time live gaming on their consuls and talking random crap on FaceTime. Whatever happened to that close friendship? Was he missing it? Was he missing his bond he had had with her?

Marinette checked the time and dashed up the Metro staircase, crashing straight into a tall handsome man wearing the finest Ray-Ban's, Armani shirt and Levi jeans money could buy. He was stunningly beautiful, one of those faces you could sit and stare at for hours never wanting to look away incase it displayed an usual gesture making the bone structure even more exquisite than it was.

"I'm so sorry." She squealed out at the fine display of masculinity in front of her. She wondered if he was waiting for a girl or whether this encounter might lead to another with her. Actually scrap that. She was never that lucky.

"Still as stable as ever I see Bugaboo. I'll have to keep my eyes on you." Marinette gasped at the deep voice that boomed out to her. It was Adrien, of course it was Adrien. The only guy in the history of the world she'd fall in love with at first sight was Adrien Agreste, and this seemed to happen over and over again.

"Adrien?" He lifted the sunglasses off his eyes and looked her. The intensity of her blue eyes sent a shiver down his spine. He was actually feeling very lucky she hadn't already found someone, was it selfish to be happy she was single so he got to spend time with her?

"The one and only m'lady." He bowed down to her, grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. Marinette suppressed a giggle with her hand over her mouth.

"Are we being followed my Prince?"

"You know it, Princess. So I feel I should give you a proper welcome." He stepped forward and placed his hands on her hips pulling her slightly towards him. He leant down inching towards her lips.

"Family friendly." Marinette whispered, as he tilted his head and kissed her on the cheek.

"Yeah yeah." He said as he pulled away then locked his fingers through hers. "Let's go Little Miss Goody two shoes." Adrien gave her a quick wink and she tried to steady her breathing after their almost lip lock.

She had been so close to kissing him and it took her breathe away. The Adrien who she fantasised about kissing for so long finally wanted to kiss her. Whether it was real or pretend she was willing to participate whole heartedly. A lot of her thoughts that afternoon circled around whether he would run far and fast if he knew about how much she still liked him? She'd never try and persuade him to be with her, but she wanted him to know he was worth more than he gave himself credit for. He was worthy of being loved and adored.

"So what's the plan Batman?" She looked up at him and displayed her cutest, family friendly smile. This girl was too pure to be messed up with him.

"I thought we'd head to the Gastropub near the Seine."

"Sounds great." He turned his head and smiled at her, and for the first time that evening he took in what she was wearing.

No one could ever say that she wasn't stunning. Her hair was curled and left to hang down her back and around her shoulders. Her bluebell eyes were framed with beautifully positioned eyeshadow and eyeliner expanding them to twice their normal size. Her lips were painted a very kissable pearl pink and Adrien couldn't help but wonder how they tasted.

She was wearing a floaty beige and pink summer dress which ended just above her knees, with gladiator sandals cross crossing up her legs tying securely in place under her knee. She completed her look with fifties style pink sunglasses. In all she was the perfect vision, and he was lucky to have her by his side, like the everyday girl next door.

That was until he noticed her breasts. The 'V' of her dress put them on display for all to see. What was it with Marinette's body? He'd never felt so all consumed before and he'd spent a lot of his time crossing paths with beautiful women. But this one made him feel like his clothes fit him wrong. He was already starting to wonder how he was going to let her go in two months time.

The two finally stopped just outside of the Gastropub, joining the line for entry. Marinette looked out at the magnificent view. The pub was situated on the edge of the river bank, and the view out to the Louvre Museum and the Eiffel Tower was stunning especially in this early evening reflection. The sun was still powerful hitting her bare fresh with a comforting heat. The reflections against the water made her sigh, Paris was truly a beautiful city to live in.

"Hell-o." A guy who'd been walking past with his headphones in stopped in front of Marinette and pulled out a earbud.

"Hi, can I help you with something?" Marinette stared at the passerby confused to why we'd stopped.

"Yes, please."

Suddenly an arm pulled Marinette backwards and she slammed into a hard masculine body. Seriously Adrien must be made of steal.

"He's trying to tell you, you look attractive Mari. He's just doing a shit job at it."

The guy mumbled something along the lines of sorry dude and walked off.

Marinette wasn't used to having attention from males. Probably because she just never went out. Her finances never allowed it and neither did her time. She was incredibly close to cancelling on Adrien this evening, but with the amazing display of camaraderie earlier she owed this to him.

"Oooo that's what he wanted?" Adrien looked at her quizzically. Did she really not know?

"Do you not get out very often?" He asked.

"Well, no not really. It's not that I don't get invited it's just I have commissions to do and my finances don't exactly allow me the freedom to do what I want."

"Well don't worry about that Princess, when you're out with me I'm paying." He kept his hand on her lower back as the waiter showed them to a table outside on the balcony over looking the river. The area was perfect for the paparazzi to get photographs of Adrien and herself, but it was also secluded and, dare she say, romantic.

Adrien was a perfect gentleman and pulled out Marinette's chair for her, guiding her gently down into the seat. She sat down and took the menu from the waiter who seemed to be eyeing her up.

An uncomfortable feeling rushed through Adrien's body and his automatic response was to shout 'mine'. What was going on with him recently? He controlled himself enough to order a bottle of wine for them to share and finally, they were left alone. He studied Marinette's profile as she looked out over Paris.

"So have they sent you the order forms through from the boutique earlier?" She turned to face him, a big smile placed on her face.

"They did, plus extras. Don't forgot I need to make male underwear now too, which you so willingly volunteered to model for me." He leant back in his chair and smiled.

"You trying to get me naked Miss Dupain-Cheng?"

"If it saves my little company then hell yeah." He started to laugh and she was taken aback from the sheer joy his face was showing. She couldn't remember him laughing so carefree before. He always looked as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, until this moment. She wanted to take a picture and frame it.

"By the way Mr Agreste, how did you know the name of my collection? Has someone being spying on me?" She placed her elbows on the table and glared into his pretty boy eyes. She swore she could see the reflection of herself in them.

"I may have looked you up." He replied mirroring the exact same position. Her eyes really were incredible. Large and shiny, he could spend hours looking into them.

"Oooo you little stalker, you!" At that moment the spell was broke as the waiter brought over their glasses and the bottle of wine. Marinette sat back in the chair as the waiter poured a little into Adrien's glass to check. Adrien took a swig of it before accepting the bottle and sending the waiter away with an order for a cheese and meat platter.

The waiter came hurrying back to fill Marinette's glass up with the chosen beverage. She studied Adrien as her glass was filled up, and noticed how cold he was looking at the waiter. That sort of look would make any grown human cry. The waiter scurried away without another word.

"You're quite terrifying when you want to be." She stated as she took a sip of the delectable wine. He really did have good taste.

"I prefer not too make too much of a conversation with people. Get them into conversation and they don't leave me alone."

"So that's where you went wrong with me then. You should have just picked me up and threw me out your apartment." He laughed again and there was some sort of knot that formed in her stomach, she wanted to make him laugh again, over and over. It was such a beautiful sound.

"Well you're definitely small enough for me to have done that. I just didn't want to break you."

"Break me? I'm not a doll, kitty." They both sat and stared at each other in a comfortable silence. Neither of them displaying anything but an understanding on their face. They didn't need to talk about what Marinette had done for him, they knew how big an impact it was the day she turned up in his apartment and threw rotting food at his head. He stretched his hand forward interlocking his fingers with hers. He needed her touch, it felt like the most natural thing for him to do.

"Are you ready to face the music tomorrow?" She asked, as he began to stroke her thumb with his.

"I am, are you?"

"I'm expecting an early morning call off Alya quizzing me as to why she didn't know this already. Probably followed by I must be insane to be with a womanise." She looked down at their hands.

"Marinette, I promise whilst this is happening it's just me and you. In it together. Ok?" Adrien looked sober at Marinette he needed her to believe him. He was going to be as fully devoted as a fake boyfriend would be. Well he would at least try.

Their cheese and meat platter arrived and they ate in a comfortable, friendly chitchat. Catching up on the past years; Kagami and his father, Luka and her business. The conversation flew naturally. Any guy with half a brain and a commitment gene would be taken by how cute she could be on dates, not hesitating to drop to one knee and propose there and then.

She was caring, smart and funny. He needed to pull himself out of this. Instead of keeping his eyes locked on Marinette, and the jealousy he was feeling in the pit of his stomach from her conversation about Luka, he looked out over the heaving streets of Paris.

"Adrien Agreste?" A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he turned to face him. "Two sabres." The man spoke again. "I told her I wouldn't come over to you but, you see, you've always been on my wife's list. Since your younger modelling days." Adrien and Marinette both looked behind the guy at the table to find a women covering her face with a wine glass.

Adrien looked back at the man wondering why he thought his persona wouldn't eventually catch up with him in public. Darting his eyes in the direction of Marinette he saw the paparazzi had made it into the gastropub and was taking pictures on his mobile phone.

"I'm flattered." Adrien smiled back at the man.

"You can make time for her right? It'd give me a night of piece and quiet."

The bile rose to his throat as shame circled in his stomach he felt like grabbing Marinette and just running away with her. She didn't deserve to be in the middle of this.

"I'm busy tonight sorry." He reached over and grabbed Marinette's hand. She gave it a slight squeeze to let him know she was there and she was with him. Always.

"How about tomorrow then? I'm sure it'll be time for someone new by then, am I right?" The guy started to laugh and looked over at Marinette. In her hand she felt a sudden grip from Adrien.

He slammed his fist down on the table drawing attention from everyone on the balcony, including the waiters who all stopped dead in their tracks.

"Disrespecting me, that's fine. But disrespecting my girlfriend is not. Don't you ever bring her into this, or the only thing I'll be adding into my schedule is your ass kicking."

Gasps of shock went round the balcony. A lot of women looking thrilled with a man sticking up for his lady. Even if it was the notorious Adrien Agreste.

Marinette stood up from the table and walked around in between the guy and Adrien. Though he couldn't see her face every movement of her body showed she was furious. His stomach tightened a little, she was furious on his behalf.

"How dare you!" She demanded. "How dare you see him as some type of entertainment. No he won't sleep your wife for one night for her to tick off her list. He's not like that anymore.

"Mari," he sounded so broken and so lost. He just wanted to get her out of there. "It's not worth it." He stood up behind her and wrapped an arm round her waist. She put a finger up in Adrien's face, shhhhing him from saying anything more.

"Apologise to my boyfriend! Now ... please!" Even when she was angry she was polite. The mould was definitely broken when this one was made.

The man in front of them sheepishly looked between a raging Marinette and a tall, muscular male. He decided on the right choice.

"Yeah, sorry man."

"Thank you" Marinette replied curtly. With that she signalled for Adrien to pay and they walked out into the street. Hand in hand and Adrien's heart firmly in his mouth. As they made it outside and back towards the metro station the paparazzi was following them talking low and fast on his phone.

"Well tonight didn't do much to stop you from hibernating in your apartment." He smiled at her, a whole hearted smile. He was quite sure his face was wondering what was happening. Adrien Agreste didn't smile.

He let go of her hand and grabbed her arm instead. Pulling her body close to his.

"Thank you." He whispered as he brushed some hair out of her face and behind her ears. Beautiful. "No ones ever done that for me before."

"How long have you had to hear things like that?" She whispered back, placing her hand on top of his. Keeping it firmly on her cheek.

"A while." He replied bringing his other hand up to meet her bare cheek. She stretched up and placed a soft gentle kiss on his lips. The electricity following through her body was undeniable and when she looked at his eyes they were dark, only a small outer rim of green. Serial killer eyes.

"Are you going to kill me?" She whispered only loud enough for him to hear.

"If you keep being so damn cute, then maybe." He bent down and kissed her on the lips in repayment.

"I promise we'll make it stop, Adrien. You'll never feel like a piece of meat for everyone's pleasure again."

"We will." He placed his head on her shoulder and breathed in the beautiful scent. He was already starting to miss her.

"I best go, kitty. I'm working until eight o'clock tomorrow evening so I'll text you when I'm on my way over to the club." She started to walk away from him and he felt cold. She wrapped her arms around herself so she must be missing the heat too. Or perhaps it had just turned cold? Nope, he definitely missed Marinette.

"Text me when you get home, Princess." She smiled and waved.

That night Adrien didn't fall asleep until he'd heard Marinette was home safely and tucked up in bed. He closed his eyes and felt his dreams take over.