Sidekick Adrien Adrienette Blurb

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Originally Posted: 08/06/16

It’s 1:06AM and I’m writing Adrinette. How the tables turn. 8V

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Marinette’s dinner parties were exclusive. 

So exclusive, in fact, that her own roommate needed an invitation to attend. They happened twice, maybe three times a year. Marinette would try out some new recipes for a few weeks and once she was satisfied with the finished result, she sent invitations. Personally designed. On nice stationery.

This would be the fourth dinner party Adrien had been invited to—the first since he discovered Marinette was Ladybug.

He wore a nice shirt, a tie, slacks, and his best pair of glasses. Not because he wanted to look good in front of her (though he did), but because there was a dress code. 

Who knew his girlfriend had an even cuter side to her beneath the mask?

Nino sat on the sofa beside him, looking uncomfortable in a suit jacket and dress shoes. Alya had scheduled a hair appointment just for the occasion and wouldn’t arrive for another half hour. From the kitchen they heard Marinette humming. Delicious smells filled the tiny apartment and their minds with foodie fantasies.

The humming stopped. “Adrien? Will you please help me with this?” Marinette called.

Nino stood from the sofa. “You go do that. I’m hitting up the restroom.”

They went their separate ways, Nino vanishing into the hall, Adrien making his way to the kitchen. 

Marinette wore a short sundress, a silk headband, flats, and her Miraculous stones. The wide expanse of her neck and chest drew Adrien’s gaze like a magnet. His mouth watered for reasons that had nothing to do with the food. “You summoned me, my Lady?”

Marinette turned away from the stove and looked him over. “It’s nice to see you without the hoodie,” she said.

“It’s nice to see you without the suit,” he replied.

She walked his way, a playful swing in her hips. “Your ensemble is missing something, though.”

“Oh?”

Marinette fingered his shirt collar as if to straighten it, then flipped it down and pressed her lips to it, leaving a perfect, pink lipstick print just out of sight. She turned it back up. “Much better.”

Adrien wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “How am I supposed to explain that to maid?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Marinette caught his bottom lip between hers. “Make something up, handsome boy,” she breathed. 

In the short time it took for Nino to come out of the bathroom, Marinette’s lipstick found its way onto Adrien’s mouth, Adrien’s hands found their way into her dress, and Marinette’s headband almost found itself tied around her wrists. 

But this was a dinner party. An exclusive dinner party. Mouths were dabbed at with napkins, clothes were straightened, lipstick was reapplied, and burning desires were transferred to the food.