"we can still make it work. I mean, if you want to..."
“We can still make it work,” Adrien offered. “I mean, if you want to…”
Marinette frowned. “I thought your father didn’t want you going to the DeVille party because of the whole conflict of interests since Gabriel may buy them out.”
“Well, sure, that’s true, but I was thinking maybe I could still go with you…um, in disguise?”
She smiled. “Disguise?”
“It’s a fashion masquerade party. Everyone is going to look ridiculous anyway. I bet no one would even recognize me.”
“I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Oh, come on, Marinette, let’s live a little! Besides, I’d really like the chance to dance with you.”
Marinette’s cheeks tinged pink. “If you’re sure…”
“I can’t wait,” he assured her. “I’ll meet you there, okay?”
Marinette took a sip of champagne and nervously smoothed out the material of her red skirt. She was beginning to lose hope that Adrien was going to make it after all.
“Looking for someone, Princess?”
She startled, turning around. “Chat? What are you…”
Chat Noir stood in front of her in a fitted black tuxedo with a silver vest and bright green tie. His normally wild hair was smooth back and his black cat ears didn’t sit quite the same as they usually did. Marinette’s breath caught when she found herself looking into two green human eyes shining out from the black mask.
“This is the part where you say something,” Adrien chuckled nervously, shifting his weight. “Cat got your tongue?” He tried for a lopsided smile that fell into a grimace the longer Marinette stared at him. “It…uh, it’s just a joke, Mari. Chat Noir seemed like a good inspiration for a costume. Really cool, right?”
“I can’t believe it,” she whispered, finally looking away to search the crowd. She returned her attention to him. “All this flipping time.”
Adrien swallowed. “W-what?”
“Adrien Agreste, this was too dangerous to come here like this and you know it.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the exit.
“Don’t you ‘Marinette, wait’ me, kitty. We’re about to have words.”
She pulled them into an alcove outside the main ballroom and pushed her black mask up on the top of her head. “What if someone recognizes you?”
“It’s not going to be that big a deal if Adrien Agreste is at a DeVille party. My father was overreacting.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she glared.
Adrien shrank back.
“You’re Chat Noir.”
“You’re Chat Noir and you’re Adrien Agreste and I can’t decide if I want to hit you or kiss you,” she huffed.
“Um, do I get a choice?”
“This isn’t funny. You know how I feel about our identities.”
Adrien furrowed his brow. “Our…identities…” He looked up at her. “My Lady?”
Marinette pulled his face towards hers. “You’re in big trouble, chaton,” she whispered as she pressed her lips against his.
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