Marinette took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage, arm threaded purposefully through Adrien's and smile plastered on her face. She'd done it. She'd completed her first ever Paris Fashion event and it had gone without a hitch. She looked around at the crowd noticing the screams and cheers as she entered with Adrien. She wasn't sure whether it was in gratitude to her designs, the handsome blonde on her arm, or the fact the two had became Paris' sweethearts.

After the events of Lila's interview and Adrien's declaration of innocence on Instagram the two had become a power couple. Apparently the women were swooning at Adrien's protectiveness over Marinette. It seemed it was a very attractive trait in men, especially men who you wanted to love. And love him she did.

After the day they'd had together Marinette had zero doubt in her mind that she loved him and she was going to tell him, then she'd worry about figuring out what was next. What would happen to them as a couple, and whether she would get her own happily ever after she had no idea. Marinette decided she had to get the courage, for both of them. It was unfair to keep wanting him if he didn't want this, and Marinette couldn't do that to him. She couldn't do it to the man she loved.

They were progressing steadily down the catwalk with no issues. Smiles plastered on their faces and confidence oozing from the incredibly attractive couple. Everything was going so well, it was exactly how she had dreamed. Once they finally reached the bottom of the runway Adrien took their actions into his own hands, reaching forward and pulling Marinette close to him before placing his lips firmly against hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist and slunk into the depths of the kiss loving every minute of his lips against hers. She was his and only his, and she knew by his body that he would gladly take her now.

She'd missed the sex so much, she missed his body, she missed his mind and he missed the devotion he had to her that she always felt when he was around. They parted slowly, gazing deep into each others eyes. As far as she was concerned no-one else was here. As far as she was concerned he could strip her out of the hardest dress she'd ever had to make and ravish her on the stage. She knew he wanted it too.

Like an electric bolt had been sent towards them, both young adults turned their heads to face the audience again, giving them a wave, and Adrien, of course, dropping his trademark wink. The girls in the front row looked as though they were about to faint, and to be honest if she was in the crowd she would have too. She began to spin in pure joy.

Breaking apart, they began to show off the finale creations of the Miraculous brand. Adrien looking as handsome as ever in a black biker jacket, complete with thick cuffs and studs. Slowly he peeled the leather away from his body showing an incredibly well fitting pair of black jeans and an asymmetric neckline tee shirt is khaki green. The look was completed with black boots that had fluorescent green paw prints attached to the bottom, inspired by Adrien's lycée creation, Chat Noir. He swung the jacket over his shoulder as he played to the crowd, before looking over at his Lady.

Marinette had stopped spinning and was giggling to herself, this was crazy. She couldn't believe this was actually happening, here she was modelling her own collection, stand beside 'the' Adrien Agreste who had just kissed her. The endorphins within her were going crazy, there was no way she would sleep tonight, or for the next month.

Marinette looked down at her Ladybug inspired dress. The fit perfect for her tiny frame and a flowing skirt perfect for the up and coming Spring collections. Red faded through to pink as black spots appeared randomly over the material. The full sleeved top made her arms look toned and secure, with the cut of the 'V' showing off just enough cleavage to pass as a day dress not just an evening one. It was stunning and she felt stunning in it.

She waved to the audience before linking her arm back through Adrien's and leaving the runway. Her heart was thumping out of her chest. She was excited, tired, thrilled and exhausted all at the same time and she knew this would be her topic of conversation for the weeks to come.

Finally she was backstage and just couldn't stop the empowering giggles from breaking free and releasing from her mouth. Adrien turned to smile at her getting completely swept up in the cute display next to him, before he was taken aback from the arms wrapping around his neck.

"Thank you." She whispered into his ear.

"No need, you did this yourself. You just needed to believe in yourself." She began to pull back and their eyes sort for the answer of all their life questions.

Blue staring into green, water glaring at grass. The one couldn't grow without the other. His hands still firmly held her in place, close enough to pull her in and place his lips against hers. They were finally getting back on track, she was trusting herself to him and God he wanted it, he wanted it so bad.

"Thank you for making me believe."

Their heads began to gravitate towards each other, seeking the touch they've been waiting for, the touch they had been wanting. Yes they'd just kissed mere minutes again but that was for everyone else. Right now they needed one for themselves.

"Adrikins." A voice they hadn't heard in over a month suddenly broke them from their moment. The first moment they'd had since the end of the university gala last week.

Adrien couldn't believe his luck when Marinette admitted she'd wanted more with him. He honestly thought he was going to fly. The only issue being she was drunk. Absolutely pissed. They'd had a great time with everyone from the university and Adrien had managed to persuade anyone who asked that him and Marinette were together, happy and in love. It seemed they were all a lot smarter than to believe random Instagram posts and the tabloid newspapers. Marinette just added to proving their innocence.

Her drunk state only enhanced his words as she wandered around the hall declaring her undying love for him and clinging to him like a limpet every time an attractive female got near. He was floored by her possessiveness and loved it. Every guy should have a Marinette. Someone who loved them to the point of becoming a wild lioness.

The head of school loved her, and by relation loved him too. She'd got him the job. His dream job was finally his and he couldn't want his lady more. He thanked the heaven's that night for the free champagne going around the room. She couldn't hold her tongue and ended up spilling all her deep dark secrets to Adrien, although, he thought he could live without knowing the entire emotions of her menstrual cycle. Apparently it was something he needed to know when they were married so he could buy her the right sweet treat at the right time. The replay of that memory pulled his smile wildly onto his face. How he hoped they would get that far, the ring in his apartment proved it.

Marinette had promised that tonight was the night. They were going back to his to talk it out. She'd chosen his as she didn't have the heart to throw him out, also she could escape if she needed too. She'd made a fool of herself at the gala proclaiming her undying love for him, and bringing up married life. She wouldn't have been shocked if he had never spoken to her again after that. She didn't want to speak to herself to be honest, but the way he'd silently been everything she'd needed that week had been outstanding and today, well, she wouldn't have made it through without him. He was the constant support, and the constant ray of sunshine to keep her going. He was her backbone, her protector, the most amazing person she'd met in her life.

"Chloe? What a surprise?" Adrien spoke through his teeth and Marinette couldn't help but snicker at his expression. Nothing could match the look on Adrien's face. You'd think he'd just had his favourite sweet taken away from him and he was made to eat only kale for the rest of his life.

Adrien dropped his hands from Marinette's waist and internally groaned. They were going to kiss then. He was sure of it. That would have given him an answer, he would have known from the kiss how himself and Marinette would end up for the rest of their lives he was sure it was going to be the kiss to end more kisses. But unfortunately fate decided to cockblock him with a socialite who had the personality of a dung beatle.

"No it's not, don't lie." She looked over Marinette and raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "My mama has sent me over to speak to you both. She was impressed with Marinette's collection and wanted to talk more about it. She's invited both of you to her end of fashion week dinner party. It's at the hotel, in the penthouse, and she expects you both to make the effort to be there."

Marinette's jaw dropped. The Bourgeois end of fashion week party was legendary. Only the top designers were ever invited. Seeing his love in such a frozen position, Adrien wormed an arm around her waist, holding her up as he was quite sure she was going to plummet to the floor in full designer mush.

"What time, Chloe?" Adrien spoke for the two of them.

"Thirty minutes," she turned around and began to walk away before quickly turning back, "oh and don't be late."

Marinette watched Chloe leave the backstage backstage area with her mouth still attempting to catch the rogue flies darting around the room.

"Did you hear that?" Finally Marinette found her voice, though it was a few octaves higher than usual.

"You did it Princess, you've made it." Before he knew what was happening her lips were firmly placed against his and he was holding the entire weight of a twenty something year old woman. It's lucky he worked out because there was no way he was going to let her feet hit the floor.

Twenty minutes later, Adrien and Marinette arrived at the hotel in the best they could do. Adrien in jeans with one of the shirts from Marinette's collection, and Marinette had found the matching dress would be ideal and not too showy. It was her clothing at the end of the day, she couldn't help but show it off.

The two were directed to the only elevator which reached their desired floor before being bid good evening by the concierge of the hotel.

"Are you sure you're ok with this, Adrien? I'm guessing your asshole father is going to be there."

Adrien sucked in a sharp breath before leaning backwards against the elevators wall, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. A barrier he'd used year upon year to defend himself from his father.

"I need to face him sometime, Mari, and to be honest I feel like I can defeat the world when I'm with you." He looked straight into her eyes and she felt a shiver trace down her spine. How was it legal that he was such a smooth talker?

"I'm with you all the way, Chaton." Adrien smirked. His nickname was finally back. For some reason having her say such a simple thing could make him feel undefeatable, his father wasn't going to stand a chance. Hopefully.

Marinette stretched out her hand and he took it without having to think twice. This is where his power was, this is how the battled. Together.

The elevator signalled its arrival at the Penthouse and the couple entwined their fingers together, now there was only one thing left to do - it was time to face the music, it was time to face Gabriel Agreste.