Miss Dial

Alone Together/Goodnight Kiss

Marinette

As they strolled back to the hotel through the tourist filled streets of New York, Marinette couldn't help but feel the power of the masculine man beside her, a man she now knew she'd completely misjudged. Nothing like holding a grudge for almost a decade over nothing. She supposed when she finally had her place in London she'd have to forgo the 'I hate Adrien Agreste' shrine, though, maybe, 'I heart Adrien Agreste' would be more suitable.

Stop it, Marinette!

The streets were wild and bustling, yet Marinette couldn't help but feel Adrien was on edge. The carefree attitude he'd had as they re-introduced themselves on the rooftop — gone, along with the playfulness of their game of chase. She looked up to him, his jaw clenched tightly shut as his eyes surveyed the areas they were walking in. Marinette wasn't entirely sure why? The only valuable thing on her was the half eaten pack of peanut butter M&M's — not exactly a priceless heirloom — and her crappy phone which was about 6 years old. Though, if someone did come to take the M&M's they would have to have their ass kicked. No exceptions.

Clenching to the packet in her hoodie pouch, she continued walking beside her friend. That was weird. Adrien Agreste was actually her friend. She made a mental note to fill both Kagami and Alya in as soon as she got back to the hotel. It was big, life altering news and they all deserved to know. Though she no longer hated him, there was still a little caution as she realised she didn't actually know him.

"Are you okay?" Adrien's voice made her jump, her feet tangling and sending her at lightning speed towards the ground. Closing her eyes, she braced for impact, only for a solid body to get in the way, holding her by her upper arms.

"I've got you."

Opening her eyes, she came face to face with Adrien's masculine pecs. And dear Lord, she could have died and gone to heaven with his smell. The masculine, spicy smell that could only be once fragrance... and it wasn't his own.

"Chanel?" Marinette asked, smiling up to him from where she'd been buried in his chest. His face cracked for the first time since they'd left the rooftop.

"Yes," he said with a slight hint of amusement in his voice.

"Not 'Adrien'?"

"I smell like Adrien all the time, sometimes it's nice to have a change."

She giggled. "Not a fan of your own scent?"

"Eau d'Adrien. The award winning scent of model BO and cheese."

A snort left sounded out of her nose; she couldn't help it. Adrien was a pretty funny guy when you didn't think he was just making fun of you, so funny, in fact, she was mentally remembering the jokes to recall to Chat Noir; via text or face to face.

"I take it you're no longer carefree and radiant?" She smirked up at him. He steadied her on her feet and they carried on in the direction of the hotel.

"I'm not going to lie," he said. Once again looking around the area. "I don't think I ever have been. Photoshop was a wonderful creation. Though, I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. I think I've still got the dreamy aspect going."

She squealed, her hand loosening and letting go of the M&M's only to knock into her phone. All of a sudden it burned hard in her pocket. She hadn't Mr Unknown back, and to be honest, whilst she was with Adrien she'd never given him a second thought. Was Adrien taking over each orifice in her brain one section at a time? There was just still so much to unpack.

"Your smell goes with your jokes."

Adrien sprung in front of Marinette, stopping her in her tracks. "You're calling my jokes cheesy now? So you have been listening."