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Elemental, Ch 5: Plans

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Adrien registered the feel of her lips on his with shock.

Of all the things he’d expected from his declaration, this had hardly even made the list. However unexpected, though, her reaction was certainly not unwelcome.

His shock was rapidly replaced with desire. He hummed low in his throat and angled his head, deepening the kiss, and slid his arms around her to tug her flush against his body. She pressed up on her toes, sliding one hand up to his neck, and he nipped playfully at her lip in the hopes that she would open her mouth and allow him to press further.

Instead, she stiffened in his arms and broke the kiss.

“Marinette?” He pulled back until his hands rested on her hips, taking in her flushed cheeks and over-bright eyes, and rubbed his thumbs over the delicate dip at her waist. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! Not at all. It’s just, I—I’m sorry. I didn’t even think. I just jumped on you.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, smiling in spite of her withdrawal. “I’m…delighted that that was your response.”

She smiled tentatively in response, and he felt his own smile widen. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He brought a hand to her jaw, and stroked her cheek. “I really like you, Marinette. There’s quite a lot I’d like to share with you.”

“Oh!” She pinkened again, and looked up at him shyly, through her lashes. “I, um. I really like you, too.”

His smile widened to a full-blown grin, and he dipped his head to press another kiss to her lips, forcing himself to keep it brief, and then let his hand slide down her arm. “So, what happens now?”

She laughed. “Well, now, I think I need to get home and do the homework I’ve been neglecting all afternoon. But, after that…I don’t know. Would you want to come over this weekend? Alya and I were talking about having a sleepover, and she mentioned inviting you and Nino…”

“A…sleep over?” She wanted him to come over and sleep?

“Yeah. Um, you know, hang out, watch movies, play video games, stay up too late…a sleepover.”

“Oh. Yeah, I’d like that. But, why is it called a sleep over if you don’t actually sleep?”

“I have no idea,” she shrugged, giggling. “It just is.”

“If you say so.” He dipped his chin, indicating the path behind her with a raised brow. “Shall we head back, then?”

She half turned, looking back the way they’d come. “Yeah. I guess we’d better.”

He held his hand out with a half bow and a grin. “After you, my lady.”

Marinette walked into her apartment in a dreamy daze, closed the door behind herself, and then leaned against it, clutching her bag to her chest.

“Marinette! Is that you, babe?”

“Ye-yeah, it’s me.”

Alya stuck her head out of her room, took in Marinette’s faraway look, and came fully out into the hall. “Hey girl, are you alright?”

“Alya, I am fantastic.” She pushed away from the door and met Alya in the middle of their living room, dropping her bag on the couch as she walked by. “Guess who’s coming to our sleepover this weekend?”

“What—wait, are you serious?” Marinette only nodded smugly, and Alya squealed, wrapping her in an enthusiastic hug. “Ohmygodgirl, what the heck happened? What changed between this morning and now? Shit, this calls for food. Come with me into the kitchen and start talking.”

Marinette followed Alya into the kitchen with a laugh, more than ready to share and more than willing to let Alya cook for her.

A few hours later saw them both sprawling on the couch, comfortably stuffed with Alya’s homemade curry, and stuffing themselves further with Marinette’s homemade macarons. They’d covered the events of both the morning and the afternoon as they’d cooked, ate, and cleaned the kitchen.

It had been a bit dicey when it came to the part about Adrien being a Water Mage, because even though Marinette was telling the truth, she wasn’t telling the whole truth and Alya was practically a human lie detector. She seemed to realize that something was missing there. It had been a tense moment for Marinette, but Alya must have accepted it at face value and moved on. Well, either that or she’d decided to come back to it later.

For the sake of her sanity, Marinette was assuming it was the former.

Now, they were nibbling on macarons and trying to nail down plans for their weekend sleepover, but couldn’t decide on a day. Marinette wanted to see Adrien again as soon as possible, and voted for Friday. But Alya had an internship with a local paper and had to put in a few hours at the office on Saturday morning. Her vote, naturally, was for Saturday night.

“You know, M, you don’t have to wait for The Sleepover to see him again.” Alya quirked a brow and gestured towards Marinette’s phone with the half-eaten cookie in her hand. “You guys could always hang out tomorrow and do your own thing.”

She groaned and turned on the couch to put her feet on Alya’s lap and flop backwards dramatically. “I do know. But, I’ve already invited him over for this. I don’t want to—to be too much too fast and make it weird.”

“You agonizing over this is weird.” She rolled her eyes and shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth, and didn’t continue until she’d swallowed it. “Just call him and tell him that we’re getting together Saturday night, and casually mention that you’ll be at the beach again tomorrow morning. I guarantee that your Water boy will show up again.”

“You say that like it’s so easy.”

“It is easy. Here, I’ll even do it for you.” She leaned forward and scooped Marinette’s phone off of the low coffee table, holding it out of Marinette’s reach when she screeched and lunged for it. Marinette over balanced and fell off of the couch entirely, giving Alya all the time she needed to bring up Adrien’s contact info and hit call. She then handed it back to a disheveled Marinette with a wink. “It’s ringing. You’ll thank me later!”

“Damnit, Alya.” She raised the phone to her ear, clambering back up to the couch, and sure enough, it was ringing. “I am going to kill you,” she hissed.

“You know, that’s not exactly what I expected to hear when I answered the phone.”

Marinette felt her stomach drop, and glared accusingly at her friend. “Oh god, Adrien, not you! I was talking to Alya.”

The girl in question snickered, and waggled her fingers innocently. “Sleepover. Saturday. Tell him to bring booze.”

“I hope you’re not calling for help disposing of the body. I think it’s a little early in our relationship for that.”

Marinette spluttered a laugh, and waved away Alya’s questioning look. “Ugh, I’m sorry, Adrien. Alya is being ridiculous. I was actually calling to see if, um, if you still wanted to come over this weekend?”

“Yeah, absolutely! When were you thinking?”

“Um, sometime Saturday. I have nothing scheduled this weekend, so you can stop by whenever.”

“Oh. What time will Nino be there?”

“I’m not sure, Alya hasn’t spoken with him yet. But, she has to be in the office until noon, so he won’t be over until sometime after that.”

“Why don’t I come by around 1600, then?”

1600? Marinette felt a wave of disappointment, and stifled it. “Okay, yeah. 1600. That sounds great.”

Alya poked her in the side. “Booooooooze.”

Marinette batted her hand away with a scowl, and Alya snatched the phone from her hand.

“Hey, Adrien! It’s Alya.”

“Oh! Hey, Alya��”

“Take a nap before you come over and bring your favorite booze with you on Saturday, okay? But don’t worry about condoms, I’ll slip a few into Marinette’s nightstand. You can have her back now. Bye!”

She passed the phone back to a red-faced Marinette, who was staring at her with something between fury and mortification, but Alya only laughed. “You know I love you, right?”

“I’m not speaking to you.” She put the phone back to her ear and stalked towards her room, cringing at the sound of Adrien’s choked laughter on the other end.

“I really am going to kill her.”

“No you won’t,” he snickered. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t mind. She’d actually fit in well among the Mer. Besides, it was funny.”

“Ugggh, says you. I still don’t know how I’ve survived this long with her as my best friend without dying of mortification.”

He laughed again. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. Sex isn’t the—the thing for our people that it is for yours. That’s well within the realm of ‘socially acceptable for me.”

“If you say so.” Marinette smiled, appreciating his attempt to mitigate her discomfort even if it did little to actually do so. “Anyway, I guess I’ll see you Saturday afternoon, then?”

“Oh. Are you not planning to go to the beach in the morning? I had hoped to see you again.”

Marinette’s eyes widened, and she felt her cheeks heat with pleasure. He wanted to see her again! “Oh! Yeah, I’ll be out there again. I just…didn’t want to assume. I don’t want to push you, or—or be clingy.”

He chuckled, low and throaty, and the sound did things to her insides. “Marinette, you could cling to me like a limpet and I wouldn’t mind.”

“I—um—yes?” She squeaked, going absolutely scarlet.

He chuckled again. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah. Morning. See you.”

“’Night,” he said, and hung up.

Marinette tapped the red end call icon, and flopped backwards on her bed to stare dreamily at the ceiling.

“So, are you ready to thank me yet?”

Marinette knew without looking that Alya stood in the doorway with her shoulder braced against the frame. “He wanted to see me tomorrow. He said I could cling to him like a limpet, and he wouldn’t mind.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I need to slip you more than just a few condoms.”

Marinette threw her pillow at her with a sound that was half laugh and half groan.

Alya dodged it with a grin. “You’re welcome!”

Adrien actually woke up before his alarm went off the next morning and rolled out of bed, tapping on Plagg’s aquarium on his way to the bathroom.

He was excited to get out to the beach for another swim, in spite of the fact that he’d just stretched his fin the day before. Normally, he would wait a few more days before removing his ring again, to minimize the possibility of being seen, but now he actually had someone to go swimming with. He’d have company out there, and if necessary, he was sure that she would help him protect his secret.

Mostly, though, he really just wanted to see her. He felt almost giddy in his excitement. Was this what love felt like? Probably not. This was far more likely a full-blown infatuation. Regardless, it was a new and exciting experience, and he was enjoying it thoroughly.

He left the bathroom a few minutes later to get dressed, and tapped on the glass again. “I’m going back to the beach this morning. You want to come?”

“Why, so I can watch you flirt with your girlfriend? No thanks.”

Adrien paused in pulling on his shorts and shot a glance at the shadowed recesses of the over-turned trash can, and the slitted green eyes hovering there. “She’s not my girlfriend. We’re just—actually, I don’t know what we are.”

“Whatever. Just, stop smiling like that. It’s weird.”

“Can’t help it.” He tugged the drawstring of his swim trunks taut and tied them. “Tikki will be there. You sure you don’t want to come?”

“Eh, she’ll be stuck in the earrings. No fun that way. Besides, you did not bring me enough Camembert for yesterday’s excursion.”

Adrien rolled his eyes. “I brought you three wheels of the stuff, you glutton.” He tugged on a t-shirt, slid his feet into his sandals, and pocketed his keys and his phone. It’s not my fault that you inhaled all three right away. And, today, I’m only inviting you along, not requesting your presence. It makes no difference to me if you want to just stay in there all day.”

“Fine. I’ll come with you. There’s no need to beg.”

Adrien scoffed, and crossed to the tank to allow Plagg to ooze into the ring. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous. I’ve never seen you all gross and moony like this before.”

“I’m not gross or moony.” He dried his hand on his towel and left through the back door, locking it behind himself. “I like her, and I’m happy that she likes me.”

“You’re mooning like a love-sick whale calf.”

Adrien shrugged, unperturbed by the accusation. He knew Plagg was just trying to rile him. “You’re awfully chatty this morning,” he observed, redirecting the conversation.

“I have to do something to distract myself from your nausea-inducing good mood.”

“If I’m so nauseating, why did you come along?”

“To see the next round of awkwardness between you and your Air Mage girlfriend.”

“Uh-huh,” Adrien snickered. “And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re just as excited to see Tikki as I am to see Marinette?”

“I’m an ancient being of immeasurable power. I don’t get excited.”

“Right. We’ll go with that.”

His ring was suspiciously quiet after that, and he let it go with only a smirk. He was getting close to where he’d seen Marinette the day before, but there was no sign of her. Had she decided not to come after all? Or had he just beaten her there?

He checked up the path she’d taken when she left the day before, but he didn’t see her there either. With a mental shrug, he left his things in a neat pile near the end of the fence, and crossed quickly to the water. He slowed down a bit once his lower half was submerged, but he didn’t stop moving until he’d gotten far enough out that the water was well over his head.

“All right, Plagg. Out.”

The deep black of the ring drained out to undulate just under the surface of the water, leaving it the muted silver it usually was, and Adrien pulled the ring from his finger. As soon as it cleared the second knuckle, the magic that made him human lifted, fusing his legs together into the long green tail that he missed more than he’d expected to over the last few years.

“You could say please, you know,” came the reproachful comment from Plagg, as soon as the green light of his transformation faded.

Adrien scoffed playfully. “Oh, I’m sorry, did my lack of manners offend you?” He pulled the leather thong from his neck, looped it through the ring, and dropped it back over his head. “Given that you never bother to use any yourself, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Ancient being of immeasurable power, remember? I don’t have to use manners unless I want to.”

“Adrien!”

Adrien turned in the water to see Marinette waving from the shore, and he waved back with a smile. He watched as she deposited her bag next to his things and pulled her dress off over her head, revealing the red and black bikini that he’d been admiring for two days now. Then she turned and jogged into the surf.

“Hey! I’m sorry I’m late,“ she huffed when she got close enough to speak. She was obviously out of breath. "My mom called just as I was leaving. She spoke with the Guardian.”

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