Marinette studied the pictures on her screen. She wanted to make the best Night Bird costume for Junior. Although he wasn't any part of her family and only linked to her through a fake relationship with his Uncle, she couldn't deny having him call her Auntie Marinette expand her heart to three times her normal size, and everyone knew Marinette's heart is already bigger than most.

Scrolling down the screen she could tell two things. Number one; Night Bird needed crazily big wings and number two, she'd been insane to say she could make this in a week. Letting out an exasperated sound she stood up and walked into the kitchen. She set the kettle onto boil as she began to think what materials she needed. Black and blue heavy weight material, chiffon for the wings, feathers - the list was endless.

Adding her coffee and water into her cup before finishing it off with milk, she prayed she had majority of the material she needed in her studio. Not wanting to go out today she'd tied her hair up loosely in a ribbon and placed on her jean dungaree shorts over her pastel pink crop top. It was now the heat of summer in Paris, and hot wasn't nearly close to the feeling in her house. It was stuffy, oppressive and just damn right sticky. She may as well have been living on the sun.

Taking her coffee back into her studio she picked up her phone. It had been on silent since she'd last text Adrien. She couldn't help but wonder what was happening with Kagami. Slight fear ran through her body. Would he get back with her if that's what she wanted? She knew Kagami cared a lot about the blonde haired model, they'd spoken about him enough. Kagami was her friend. She appreciated their friendship a lot and to be fair Kagami had him first. She was there through the Olympics and his injury. She should be with him.

She needed to get out of this slump. Did it really matter if Adrien ended up back with Kagami? This wasn't real after all. Unconsciously she touched her lips. She wanted it to be real. For the first time since she'd marched into his apartment and attacked him with food, her teenage crush had reappeared. Though this seemed a lot more intense. For some reason a small part of her believed he wanted it too. She was actually going insane. This thought officially made her insane. Adrien Agreste did not want or need anything, especially her.

She dropped her head hard onto her design table with a thump. Resulting in a vibration coming from her phone. She picked it up; Adrien.

Is the offer for lasagne still open? xx

Simple but still heart racing. Marinette sat staring at her phone. How should she reply? Of course she wanted him here. She seemed to be in need of him around her. She was becoming slightly addicted. Smiling to herself she began to type a message.

Perhaps you can stay for dessert too? xx

Reading the message back she groaned and deleted it. That was too forward even for Adrien to receive. She started to type again.

Perhaps I can keep your underwear before you leave xx

Slamming her finger on her phone she repeatedly struck the delete button. Taking control of herself she began to type once again. This was it. Whatever she had text she was sending.

Only if you bring the wine xx

Reading it back to herself, she smiled. Much better.

Placing her phone back down on the sewing desk she began to head over to her wall of fabrics and pull them out. Nothing seemed to be the right feel, or the right shade. It was a child's costume. It not only needed to look good but to feel good too.

Gazing around the room, she began to pout as she looked at the different mannequins and rails. Black and comfortable. Black and comfortable. Black and ...

Suddenly her eyes were drawn to the cat hoodie Luka had modelled for her a couple of weeks back, the one that Adrien had also taken a liking too. Walking over to it she picked up a sleeve and ran it between her fingers. It would be the perfect material.

Speeding back to her fabrics, Marinette set a mass attack on the black material. Finally finding the exact piece she wanted. Examining what was left of the luxurious material she smiled, just enough for a four year old. Seating herself at her design table so had one last check of her phone before getting to business.

One new message, from Adrien.

It's a date! See you at 6pm xx

Marinette couldn't help the thrill of excitement passing through her body as she read his words. 'It's a date.' With a smile on her face and a glow in her cheeks it was time to get started. She had just under five hours until Adrien arrived.

The material Marinette was using to work with was an absolute dream, flexing and draping exactly how she needed it to. She'd been completely consumed by the costume she'd forgotten to keep an eye on the time.

The doorbell sounded through her house, followed by six angry sounding knocks. Removing herself from the sewing machine she checked her watch as she made it to the door. Five o'clock. She still had one hour before Adrien arrived. The person on the other side of the door broke her out of her thoughts as they began knocking again.

"Ok, ok! I'm coming!" Marinette opened the door and looked at the broken person in front of her.

Unknowing what to do she went with the simplist option. To ask him.

"Hey Luka." Marinette used her smoothest, kindest voice. "What's wrong?"

Luka looked at her through a face of anger and disgust. She was actually quite fearful of him. More than when Adrien had stormed after her for throwing food. Adrien, no matter his mood, always had a soft gentle air about him. He's more of a 'use yours words to get your way' guy. Luka, on the other hand, was very emotive and made it blatantly clear when he is pissed off. Like right about now.

Marinette felt scared with Luka sometimes. Scared of what his actions might be. He didn't deal with situations in the same way as Adrien, he was more volatile. He used his fists more often than his words, and his temper always ran short.

"Adrien! Really Marinette! What the hell is wrong with you?" Marinette looked over Luka's shoulder and saw a few cars with people looking over towards her house. She guessed they were paparazzi.

"Luka, get inside you're making a scene." She moved out the way directing Luka into the house as she quickly shut the door and grabbed her phone.

She looked in the lounge and saw Luka running his fingers through his hair. Before this continued Adrien needed to know.

Heads up, Luka's just arrived unexpectedly and is slightly (a lot) pissed off at me xxx

She closed her phone and walked into the lounge. She looked at the back of him, and for once she had no desire for him at all. She wasn't going to lie, before Adrien came back and before their crazy deal, she probably would have been very happy with him and his daughter. But Adrien is here, Adrien was back, and for her short term future he was all hers.

"You need to explain to me what the hell you're playing at!" Luka turned and looked at Marinette. His eyes were dark and intimidating, nothing like the sweet guy she'd spoken too a couple of weeks again.

"What do you mean?" Marinette asked. She knew exactly what he was talking about, yet for some reason she couldn't bring herself to discuss it. She didn't want Luka knowing anything about her relationship with Adrien.

"Stop trying to be so innocent Marinette. You're not a teenager anymore so stop acting like one." Luka took a step towards Marinette. She instinctively took one back away from the six foot three giant getting too close.

"You called off our date, Marinette, so you could go out with him! You do realise he just wants to take your virgin card right? Why do you think the guys have suddenly started messaging you again and talking to you? You have the one thing they all want! Especially now you've actually started to look pretty when you go out, though today you seem to have dressed like a toddler again."

Marinette felt stung by his words. Was that why he started talking to her again too? Was he thinking he could take her first time? And what did he mean 'started to look pretty'? Was he indicating that she didn't look pretty before? One thing for sure, Adrien always made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the room.

She heard a revving noise on her driveway and knew Adrien had came early. There's no way he was going to let a crazy mad man be with her alone in the house. He was getting far too defensive for that.

"Is that all you wanted to do? Is that why you suddenly got back in touch with me? Let's be honest you could have brought Francesca a Princess dress without having to ask me to make one." Marinette continued staring at Luka with her arms crossed defensively over her chest. She didn't even move her head when the door opened and a large blonde model strode in, placing a bottle of wine on her side table before closing the door.

"Oh look, the committed 'boyfriend' has shown up! Who were you with this afternoon? Lila? Chloé? Kagami?" Luka played with his fingers, inserting inverted comma's around the word boyfriend. Adrien didn't speak he just stepped besides Marinette and slipped an arm around her waist.

"That's it mark your territory, Agreste. She would have been mine if it wasn't for you. You waltz back into her life and there she goes running again to the guy with the problems to try and fix him because that's Marinette. The girl who has to try and fix everyone!" Luka wasn't thinking. He knew he was just talking and by the look on Adrien's face he was only a couple of words away from an altercation.

"Luka, get out of my house now!" Marinette spoke up. For once in her life she was standing up for herself. Why? Because Adrien believed she could and the supportive arm on her back made her feel invincible.

"How dare you come here, insult my fashion sense, insult me, insult my boyfriend and pretend that the only reason you're back talking to me was because you like me. When did you ever contact me about designing costumes for Kitty Section? I was your original stylist and as soon as you became slightly famous it was your idea to ditch me. You ruined my career as much as Gabriel did." Adrien flinched slightly when he heard his fathers name. She knew how much he hated him, and felt bad that she'd bought him up in this conversation.

Luka looked shocked. He wasn't quite sure where he was going to go from here.

"Tell me the truth, Luka. Is the only reason you wanted me was so you could sleep with me?"

Luka didn't know where to look. He could look sideways or at the two very angry individuals in front of him, who at this precise moment were blocking the only way to the exit.

"Mari, you know I've always cared for you." Luka looked at the little blunette thinking she'd be the least intimidating out the two humans, unfortunately he'd made the wrong choice. Her glare could have killed him.

"Answer the damn question Luka!" He'd never seen her like this and he couldn't deny it was quite a turn on. No wonder Adrien wanted her after she went all bad ass on him. She really did have something about her, but that wasn't going to save him from the truth.

"Yes." He mumbled as he looked down. "But that's doesn't mean I didn't care for you, I've always liked you a little. When you were a teen you were amazing and I truly believe I was in love with you, it's just ... well ... you never seemed to grow up after that. Well until recently."

"You lost me the job designing for you, you slept around as much as him," she pointed to Adrien who stood stock still admiring his girlfriends attitude. "You got married on tour in Vegas, knocked up the girl and then abandoned her when she was five months pregnant. At least Adrien's never been that cold hearted."

"How - h- how do you know that?"

"Let's just say people talk. Now get out of the house before I get my incredibly fit boyfriend to do it for you." Adrien smirked at Marinette's words. He liked her being the brains and him being the brawn. It felt right. Very Ladybug and Chat Noir.

"You're making a big mistake Marinette. He's going to break your heart."

"Then it'll be my job to repair it." She pointed towards the door.

Walking slowly up to Marinette and Adrien he looked them both over with such disgust, before continuing on his way to the door.

Slamming it behind Luka, Marinette turned around and rested her back on it. Neither her or Adrien had spoken yet. Adrien hadn't even spoken since he'd arrived but just having him there supplied her with an intense attitude. She believed she could do anything. They began to smile before laughing together.

"I can't believe I did that."

"I can." Adrien responded. "You're a strong, beautiful woman." He opened his arms out and she walked into them. Wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Hi." She said into his chest.

"Hey." He replied back.

She began to break the hug and move away from him but he wasn't letting go. She looked up into his eyes. Serial killer black.

"Are you going to kill me?" Marinette whispered with a hint of a smile.

"You're being all cute again, it's getting tempting." He smiled down at the girl in his arms. An overpowered temptation filled his veins as he stood completely still staring into her eyes. He felt the smile drop off his face as he studied each section of hers. Her stunning eyes, the freckles on her nose, the rose pink of her lips.

She slid her hands onto his hips and dropped her own smile. She studied every crevice in his beautiful model face. His gorgeous green eyes, his sunshine golden hair and his defined, strong jaw line. Her lips tingled in anticipation of what it would be like to place soft, gentle kisses down and around his jaw.

They stood and stared. Neither wanting to break the electric current building up between them. Adrien can't remember any women gluing him to spot like this before. He felt about twelve years old, about to embark on his first real kiss. He was sweating, everywhere. His heart was racing and he never wanted anything more in his whole life.

A similar ordeal was running through Marinette's mind, but she needed to break whatever this spell was he had her under. It wasn't going to end well. She made a deal with herself she wasn't going to get in too deep, she wasn't going to allow herself to be hurt by Adrien, even though she now knew she was still in love with him. He would never love her.

Distancing herself from the situation, she pushed away from him.

"I'll start preparing -" before she had chance to move too far he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. Holding onto her wrist he moved it to his heart as his other hand stroked up the nap of her neck. His eyes were dark with complete focus on her.

"You're beautiful. So beautiful."

He continued to look into her eyes as his lips reached towards hers.