Until Next Time, My Lady

Cat Got Your Tongue?

The next morning, Marinette woke up to the sunlight coming through the skylight above. She slowly opened her eyes, narrowing them against the brightness. Where was she? The last thing she remembered from the night before was reminiscing with Adrien about their past lives.

Her surroundings were now becoming apparent to her as she started to blink the sleep away from her eyes. She was on her side with Adrien's arms wrapped around her. His hot breath was steady on her neck. 'How did we get this way?' She wondered silently. Not that she was complaining, of course, it was just surprising.

Marinette closed her eyes, snuggling back into his arms. She could get used to this, to say the least; especially having him so close to her after all this time. Butterflies started to flutter in her stomach. This was too good to be true. Her mind was short-circuiting every other minute as if to say it was just a dream. There was no way this could be real right? Eventually, she reached up to run her fingers through his hair to make sure this wasn't a dream. As she touched his blonde locks, a soft hum came from Adrien's throat.

She was still having a hard time recognizing him as Chat Noir, but she knew she'd gradually get over it. Trying to comprehend that Adrien Agreste was the person she'd loved for the last seven years kind of stung in a way. Maybe she could've protected him better, instead of letting him learn on his own. Chloé was going to have a field day with the media over this if she found out. How were they going to bring their discovery to the public? What would Gabriel say to their new relationship? Was that something they were going to strive for? A romantic relationship? Wait a minute. Gabriel! Her eyes flung open, jolting in Adrien's arms. At the angle the sun was hitting the wall, it had to be well after 8:30 am. They needed to be at work a half hour ago at the least!

"Adrien!" She hissed.

Marinette heard his breath hitch slightly before he responded.

"Yes?" He mumbled, tightening his grip on her, and snuggling his face into her neck.

"We need to go to work! We're late!" She exclaimed, trying to pull away from him to get up.

"No, we aren't," he grumbled, tugging her back. "Texted Nathalie. I told her we were busy late last night, and that we would be in after noon."

"You did?"

"Yeah, so just relax and go back to sleep,"

"How can I do that?"

"Easy." His lips gently brushed the back of her neck. "Close your eyes, and let me hold you."

She felt a shiver run down her spine before she could argue. All she could do at that point was grab onto one of his arms that were snaked around her. He felt so warm and inviting. As she started to melt into his embrace, an unnerving question came into her mind. What were they going to do now that they knew who the other one was? She wanted more than anything to be with him, but she didn't want to rush. There were so many questions they both still needed answered.

After a moment, she finally sighed out. "How can I do that when I still can't believe it's you?"

"Well, you better believe it's me, princess," he mumbled. "I don't plan on letting you leave my sight for a long time to come."

"Aren't your eyes closed right now, Chaton?" She giggled.

She felt a smile form across his lips against her neck before he pulled slowly away.

"Who said I ever fell asleep last night?"

Marinette turned around in his embrace to find his tired green eyes. Her hand went up to his face. She was still mesmerized by the fact that he was her Chat Noir. As she caressed his cheek, her thumb slowly traced the bottom of his lip.