This was just a cute and funny adrienette idea that came to my mind sometime ago, and as a result, I bring you this. Enjoy!

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After a few weeks of being officially a couple, Adrien decides to bring up the incident at the wax museum where Marinette almost kissed the real him, believing he was a statue. Her reaction is something he wasn't prepared for.

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"Hey, remember that one time when you almost kissed my wax figure?"

Marinette had been in the middle of sewing Alya's favorite blazer back together—which had taken a severe rip to the shoulder—when her boyfriend had asked her such a ridiculous question. She practically abandoned her work as she took a spin in her desk chair to shoot him a wide eyed look. Adrien was seated in her chaise across the room, eyeing her with a hint of curiosity.

She could already see the smirk beginning to form on his lips when he realized the reaction he got from her.

Marinette frowned and furrowed her brows at him. That was something she didn't particularly like to talk about. She had been embarrassed when it happened—her crush so strong for him back then that she hadn't even noticed it was the real Adrien Agreste in front of her when she touched his skin. God, how could she have been so stupid back then.

She turned back around to face her sewing machine and shrugged, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. "You mean when I almost kissed the real you thinking you were a statue? Yeah, it's one of the many things I wish I could forget."

Adrien didn't seem to notice her mood damper, however. He chuckled lightly. "I thought it was super cute actually. It's a story I never get tired of telling."

Marinette almost fell out of her chair. "Wait... you've told people about that?!"

"Well yeah," Adrien smiled. "it's one of the best memories I have of us being 'oblivious of each other's feelings'.

Marinette groaned and lowered her head into the palms of her hands. She didn't want anyone to know about that... not a single soul. It was bad enough that Adrien knew about it. Even though they were dating now, it was still embarrassing. So freaking embarrassing. If she could erase his memory of that event and make it look like it never happened, she would have done it in a heartbeat.

This time, however, Adrien seemed to notice her distress. She herd him close the book he was currently reading. "Hey, is everything alright?"

"No," Marinette murmured into her hands. She then looked up, catching his concerned expression. "It's just that... ugh that was such an embarrassing moment for me. I can't believe you told people about that!"

"Marinette, people think it's cute." Adrien assured her as he crossed the distance between them to stand by her side.

"Yeah... well I thought it was embarrassing."

Adrien chuckled, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the top of her head. "I, myself, thought it was super cute."

Marinette groaned into her hands and turned her chair back around to face her desk. "It was more embarrassing than cute."

"How about we meet halfway and say it was embarrassingly-cute?" Adrien asked as he moved to drape his arms over her middle, resting his head against her shoulder. He could feel how tense she was from underneath him, and he smiled fondly, pressing a sweet kiss to her temple. With this, Marinette hummed in response and dropped her hands, moving them downwards to meet his and to intertwine their fingers together. He couldn't help the fond smile that spread across his lips as Marinette leaned back into his hold, and he chuckled when she muttered a reluctant 'fine'.

However, their perfect moment of silence was interrupted by the sound of Marinette's cell phone ringing, and Adrien whined in protest when Marinette pulled away from his embrace to retrieve it. With her absence from the chair, he took her seat in front of her desktop and pouted, watching as she moved across the room to retrieve her phone from her vanity table.

She smiled when she realized who was calling and lifted the device up to her ear. "Hey, Alya. What's up?"

"Marinette!" Alya's voice roared through the line, and the ravenette winced at the loud sound that reached her ears. "You have some serious explaining to do!"

Marinette furrowed her brows together confusingly. "I do?"

"You sure do! Why didn't you tell me that you almost kissed Adrien by mistaking him for a statue at the wax museum?!" Alya wailed through the line. "This is important information that best friends are supposed to know about... and you didn't even tell me!"

Marinette narrowed her eyes as she turned to look at Adrien, who had found entertainment on her computer and was playing some sort of game. He was no longer paying attention to her or her conversation, so she asked, "And who did tell you about that?"

"Adrien did, of course. He told the whole class last Friday when you weren't here! It was the cutest thing I've ever heard!"

"Right," Marinette drawled, her glare becoming more intense as she stared at the back of her boyfriend's head. "Listen, Al. I'll have to call you back. My parents just called me down to the bakery to help them out with a few things."

This, Adrien seemed to hear. He turned around in the swiveled desk chair to shoot her a confused look.

"Okay, that's fine. I'll talk you later, Mari."

"Talk to you soon." Marinette smiled brightly as she hung up the phone, but the moment that she made eye contact with her boyfriend again, her grimace and intense stare returned.

Adrien smiled sheepishly. "I'm assuming Alya mentioned something about our earlier conversation."

Marinette rolled her eyes at him. "You told the whole class too?!"

Adrien raised his hands in a surrendering manner. "They wanted to know how we got together! I couldn't lie to them!"

Marinette tried not to think about all their reactions—more specifically, how Chloe and Lila might have reacted towards the news. The worst part of it was, Adrien had taken the chance to tell everyone on Friday of last week when she had been absent due to a fever. Now, she would be returning Monday, and she knew everyone would be bombarding her with questions the moment she stepped into home room.

Darn it, Agreste.

"I'm going to murder you, Agreste!"

Adrien's eyes widened in fright as his girlfriend approached him at full speed, and he spun out of her desk chair as fast as he could to retreat to her balcony. He knew it would be a lousy attempt to escape her—Marinette was always able to beat him in everything.

When he realized he was cornered against the railing, and her head popped through the hatch, he offered a sheepish smile and raised his hands in surrender. "I thought we agreed that it was an embarrassingly-cute moment?"

Marinette wasted no time in slapping him across the head.

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I would love to see this happen in one the episodes. The thought of Marinette slapping Adrien across the head is a sight I want to witness.

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