Miss Dial

Sick Day

Marinette

Marinette felt horrible! Well and truly horrible, and for once that wasn't from being too close to Adrien. If anything she'd had a pleasant time with him the previous day, they got along surprisingly well after the incident at Central Park... one she knew she wouldn't get over soon and one they'd agreed never to talk about again.

She'd kissed him.

Gave him a full on smackeroo in the middle of Central Park.

Panicking about the guy following her, she thought the ideal thing to do was pucker up and smooch with her boss. Her boss who she'd agreed to keep her paws off! Groaning, she slammed her hands over her face and fell back into the fancy hotel cushions. Goose feathers — if she wasn't mistaken. The thought of the pillow directed her thoughts straight back to Adrien. She just couldn't seem to shake him. He was everywhere she looked and entwined with everything she thought about.

Even something as mundane as a roll of toilet paper led back to Adrien Agreste. Mainly because she still saw him as a piece of... well, you get the point.

But back to the previous day, there was just something about his face as she'd approached him. A face which told her 'I'm here, do what you want with me.' So she did! She'd decided to call him 'Honey' and snog him. Seriously, what the hell was running through her head?

"You know, I'll listen if you want to talk about it?" A sleepy Tikki floated over, her eyes half open and movements slow. The lack of akuma's recently and not transforming seemed to have really affected her little kwami. The creature was barely able to stay awake for more than an hour.

Tikki dropped into Marinette's waiting palms as the designer moved them towards her lips and pressed a kiss to the top of the kwami's head.

"It's ok, sweetness. You rest up! We never know when you might be needed again."

Tikki snuggled into Marinette's cheek, nuzzling gently before letting off a little yawn. "I know you don't want to hear it, Marinette, but I think Kagami's right. I think it's time you let whatever this is with Adrien go. It's annoying everyone around you."

Shocked at the revelation, Marinette pulled the kwami away and studied her little face. Tikki had once again departed from consciousness and had begun to snooze in her hands. She placed the kwami on the cushion next to her and smiled. She loved this tiny goddess so much before moving her eyes to her phone charging on her desk and she couldn't help but wonder if Chat had the same relationship with his kwami. Everyone knew Plagg was the hardest to get along with. He either loved you or hated you.

Absent-mindedly, Marinette's hand reached for her lips. The kiss with Adrien had done things to her she didn't know was possible. It was like paint bombs had exploded behind her eyelids making her see the world suddenly become more colourful and vibrant. She hadn't meant to make it more than just a little peck, but as soon as he'd kissed her back she just couldn't help but search for another. He was addictive... and she hated it. She'd never felt like this when she'd kissed someone before. The first kiss with Chat Noir had been quick and a means of survival, the following forgotten and almost imaginary. This kiss though had rocked her resolve and altered her brain chemistry. Suddenly, she didn't seem to hate Adrien as much anymore.

After that kiss she just couldn't stop searching him out, each tiny flicker of a look had her heart racing and a warmth spreading to her cheeks. His smile had suddenly become something she wanted to see, something she wanted to cause.

"No! No! No!" Attempting to busy herself, Marinette shook her head and grabbed her sketchbook again, opening it up to see...

The first design was on a male model. A male model with perfectly styled hair and high cheekbones. Dammit!