A/N: Warning! This chapter contains parts that are restricted for readers 16+. If you are younger, please skip this part and move to the end of the chapter.

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The tension between Marinette and Adrien increased with each passionate kiss. Finally, the girl pushed her boyfriend towards the couch. He – shocked a little – sat down, and pulled her at her hand. She settled down on his lap, straddled.

"So we're not going to eat dinner at all?", he asked grinning, knowing that smile affected his girlfriend every single time.

"Oh, shut up!", she muttered. "Too much planning..."

"That's been you who always makes plans. I prefer their realisation..."

"Then please, show me what you can...", She smiled teasingly and moved back a little.

He looked at her dress sceptically. It had a lot of buttons, like a hundred or even more... He guessed that Marinette had chosen it by purpose to tease him.

"Seriously, Purrincess?", he asked with a wry smile. "That'll take months!"

"Oh, come on!", she winked at him. "Such a superhero will deal with that right away!"

To tease him more she moved her hand alongside the row of buttons.

"It's like a million...", he sighed and pulled her closer.

"Better hurry up, Kitty... My parents won't stay at the restaurant for eternity..."

"Temptress...", he commented, and she laughed in response.

He began unbuttoning her dress, but Marinette had a plan to make it more difficult. She leaned to kiss him, and when he looked at her surprised, she murmured just next to his mouth:

"Let's check if you can focus..."

Then she started kissing him. He had no chance to have a peek to find the next buttons, and he was hopeless with unbuttoning by touch.

"I think it'll be better to tear that dress off...", he muttered, breaking the kiss.

"Maybe next time...", she giggled. "Be nice. I promise you won't regret it."

"I'm sure I won't!", he grinned meaningfully, and when she rolled her eyes, he managed to undo some more buttons.

"Silly Kitty! Once you've finished with all those you'll find a pricey reward!"

"Which was totally pointless! I have no idea why girls think that they have to pay so much for lingerie if that's... uhm...", he stopped suddenly when he noticed a lace strap that appeared from under the dress.

"You were saying?", she murmured with a half-smile but he stayed frozen – just staring at the strap.

He looked so adorable that Marinette wanted kiss him to death. Instead, she took his hand and put it on her shoulder. All the time she kept watching him, but he only stared at his hand traveling to the strap.

"I'm not made of porcelain...", she whispered and touched his cheek.

She recognised the moment when he woke up from the shock because his thumb moved alongside her strap. She sighed with satisfaction. That was a very good investment...

"Damn buttons...", Adrien muttered when his hand stopped at the hem of the fabric.

"You've managed to undo only a few with a million ahead...", Marinette giggled.

"Can't I just tear it off? Please?", he asked.

"And who do you think will have to collect all those buttons from the floor and repair the dress later?"

"I've heard you can sew..."

"I think I should motivate you somehow to work..." She winked at him. "What would you say for a little competition? Just like the old times...", she suggested.

"You're running away on Parisian rooftops and I'll try to catch you?"

"Nope..." She moved her hand over his chest. "Your shirt versus my dress?"

"It's not fair! I have just a few button!", he protested, while Marinette touched his cheek then moved to his neck and alongside his collar. Then she began unbuttoning his shirt.

Not only the number of buttons were against Adrien. His competitor was the expert in sewing so she had deft hands while his own were pianists palms – so clumsy with all those buttons. It wasn't a surprise when Marinette managed to unbutton his shirt in seconds.

"And you've just lost!", she exclaimed with satisfaction and slipped the shirt off his shoulders.

"Not yet...", he grinned.

"Cuffs buttons don't count!", she objected.

"Not that button I meant...", he replied suggestively that made her blush.

"Dirty mind!", she commented and tore the shirt out of the trousers.

The last button caught on the belt and came off the fabric. It flew throughout the whole bedroom and landed under Marinette's desk. The couple on the couch watched that flight then burst out laughing.

"So it looks like some buttons ended up on the floor anyway...", Adrien noted. "May I now?", he asked catching the hem of the dress.

"No way! I need that dress to wear it from time to time. Especially for my parents when they come back! Besides, you have to admit that I won!"

"What's the reward?"

"I'm in charge tonight!"

"You're always in charge...", he sighed.

"Fine. If the competition didn't work, maybe I'll motivate you by saying that the top and the bottom match?", she winked at him.

"M-Marinette!", he moaned but his hand reached the buttons. The other hand, however, moved alongside her thigh which made her run out of breath.

"You-you're cheat-ing...", she sighed trying to catch her breath.

"Am I?", he smiled, pretending to be surprised. "It looks like it works both ways...", he discovered and began kissing her.

After a moment Adrien felt that he had undone enough buttons. He slipped his hands under the fabric and moved them down, taking off the dress. That was his turn to be run out of breath.

"I think it's the wrong time..." They heard next to them.

Marinette squealed and pulled the dress on her shoulders, and Adrien hugged her protectively, before they both realised who had appeared in the bedroom.

It was Wayzz – Master Fu's kwami.