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It was already late and dark and far past Marinette's reasonable adult bed time when she woke up to a faint knocking on her balcony's hatch lid. At first she just turned on her other side and pulled the duvet over her tighter, but when the knocking was heard again, and she pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes. Turning on the night light she noticed Tikki wasn't anywhere near, but apparently still sleeping on her computer desk in a basket Marinette had made for her, as Tikki liked to change her sleeping places every now and then. Slowly Marinette stood up from her bed and made her way up to the lid, the knocking accompanying her climbing. She lifted the hatch open, cold night air brushing her skin through her night top, bare legs taking the chill with full blast.

Chat Noir's crouching form greeted Marinette and she blinked her eyes a couple of times, dazed.

"Chat Noir? What are you doing here?" she asked, pushing the lid open completely, thinking it felt a bit odd to use that name of him when she knew who really was behind the mask. Yet they had decided to keep the deal with him; Chat Noir was Chat Noir and Adrien was Adrien. It also gave identity protection to him.

"Sorry I'm here at this hour, but I couldn't arrive any earlier," he apologized looking sullen, "I'll tell you the answer to your question if you let me in," his sullen face soon turned into a winking smirk.

Marinette replied to his smirk with her own.

"I don't know what my parents say if they find out I let a cat in," she joked, enjoying the fact they could still banter together like this despite of both of them knowing each other's identities.

"I behave," Chat remarked, the grin still on his lips.

Marinette let him in, backing down the stairs and onto her bed, covering her legs with the duvet to get the warmness back into her body. Chat Noir sat casually next to her.

"I've got something for you, My Lady," he whispered, not wanting to wake her parents up and see what they would indeed say if they saw him at Marinette's room at this hour of the night – and on her bed that is.

Marinette's eyes widened as Chat took hold of his bell and pulled the zipper lower, baring his neck, collarbones and the chest.

"Chat, no! Seriously!" she hissed at him waving her palms, getting only a curious look from Chat Noir, his grin widening from ear to another.

"Naughty, My Lady, I'm here to deliver you something else than my mortal, flesh body. Bohoo, " he enjoyed the blush on Marinette's cheeks when she realized she had understood his gesture wrong. He wanted to tease her more, but managed to keep lips sealed. Instead Chat pulled a white envelope with golden details from his suit.

"Here you go, finally. All as promised," he purred softly, handing the envelope to his girlfriend.

"Oh, is this what I think it is?" Marinette's eyes started to sparkle as she opened the envelope, taking two Paris Fashion Week invitations out from it. They were signed both for Marinette and Alya. She turned to look at Chat Noir, happy. "I hope these didn't cause you much trouble."

"Not at all. When you are Agreste, there aren't many things which will be denied from you," he casually noted, bending closer to kiss Marinette's cheek. "I hope to see you there, love."

Marinette's heart jumped up in her chest by his choice of the pet name. She kept her posture, loving how his lips felt so warm on her cheek, the dim light in the room making the moment somehow magical to her.

"I will be there," she tottered slightly.

"Front row," Chat continued to plant his soft kisses here and there, finally letting his head fell to rest against Marinette's shoulder.

"That's even better," Marinette sighed happily, realizing she had actually never been able to see Adrien on the stage before, except from the photos. It would be completely different to see him live. In the back of her head Marinette pondered if they could somehow manage to be sneaky with Alya and record Adrien's walk in a secrecy with their phones. Alya, if anyone, was a master of getting a good footage in any kind of situation and environment.

"Thank you," Marinette said softly when she came back to reality from her thoughts, petting Chat's hair between his cat ears. He shifted into a more comfortable position with a pleased hum.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get more than one VIP-invitation, which is for you. I managed to arrange spot for Alya from the front row, but she has no access to the backstage, VIP-lounge or anything similar," he explained, but didn't sound too apologetic for the matter they would spend time together without Alya.

"I thought there weren't many things denied from Agreste family," Marinette grinned impishly, ruffling his hair. Chat Noir frowned.

"That's daddy Agreste for you. Father was suspicious for two VIP-invitations and only allowed me to invite one person there, saying I would shame the Agreste's name if I brought just regular citizens to the Paris Fashion Week as VIP guests invited by Agreste. Don't get me wrong, he's got nothing against Alya personally. He's just like that…" this time Chat Noir's voice was falling into an apologetic tone, his lips tightening when he had finished speaking.

"Alya won't mind, I'm sure she's just happy to be there. I'm happy you invited her," she soothed him gently, feeling a bit bad for feeling so proud to have a special VIP treatment at the event.

"Tell Alya I will come to say high after the show is over," Chat said, sitting up and turning his attention to Marinette. "I'd love to stay but I can't. I have a catwalk rehearsal tomorrow – no pun intended - and day after tomorrow and after that and after that. Plus, school and other works and the hobbies I can't skip. I'm sorry, love, I'll be very busy the upcoming weeks", he kissed her cheek again.

"I can always call you," Marinette wrapped her arms around Chat's neck, smiling at him with her eyes. "Don't overdo it, Adrien. I don't want you to kick a bucket due stress."

His eyes softened as his name came out from Marinette's lips. He returned the embrace by snaking his arms around Marinette's waist, smiling.

"I promise to stay both sane and healthy. Besides, I think it's soon time for Ladybug to take the stage, yes?"

"Yes, soon. Took me longer to heal than anticipated, but I think years of working as a super heroine have taken some toll on my body already, especially with the stress from dealing with junior high and parents on top of that. Getting older makes this work a lot easier, doesn't it?" she explained, her fingers drawing circled on the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

"Yeah, it does. More freedom, less need to explain everything to everyone. Less eyes watching over you," he agreed, allowing Marinette to close the space between their lips, welcoming her warm mouth over his. He enjoyed the sweet, tender kiss they shared, withdrawing from her embrace unwillingly.

"I need to go now. If we can't meet before the Fashion Week, see you there then," he eyed her in the darkness, his eyes fixing on her lips which were slowly becoming his favorite part of Marinette.

Marinette nodded at him, wishing good night. As a gentleman Chat Noir was, he asked her to stay in bed and not get into the cold night air again. He made his way out from Marinette's room as silently as a cat, leaving Marinette behind to fondle the invitation envelope, hoping it would be possible to see Adrien before the Fashion Week.

Marinette's joy was almost uncontrollable when she was waiting at the railway station for Alya's train to arrive. The station was crowded with people leaving and arriving for their weekend trip and the Paris Fashion Week starting next day brought more people to Paris, all around the Europe and the world. Marinette wished Alya could have been able to arrive earlier to Paris to avoid the masses of other travelers, but sadly she was could stay only for the weekend, traveling back to Lyon late on Sunday. She had already complained how she wouldn't have time to hunt down Ladybug and Marinette had reminded Alya that after the busy time there would be calmer season coming and then she could come to Paris for a longer stay in order to see Ladybug – in which Marinette would help her with, though she didn't reveal that plan to Alya.

After scanning the busy area for twenty minutes, for her being there too early, Marinette finally spotted the familiar red hair and the waving arm, Alya calling Marinette's name as soon as she also spotted her. She ran toward Alya, avoiding bumping on people.

"I'm so happy you are here!" Marinette rejoiced out loud, pulling Alya into polite cheek kisses.

"I'm happy to be here! It's been forever," Alya laughed out loud, hugging Marinette tightly. "I brought you some candies, I hope you like them."

"Oh, I my favorites!" Marinette breathed out when Alya pulled a bag of sweets from her messenger bag.

"Don't eat them all by yourself but give some for Adrien, too," Alya pointed out, watching how Marinette's face flushed pink.

"O—Of course I won't eat these alone," she defended herself, avoiding completely the fact Adrien's name was the reason for her blushing, pretending Alya's hint of her being greedy had made her totter.

Alya linked her arm with Marinette, ignoring her surprised gasp.

"Speaking Adrien, I need to get him some present, for the tickets and as a celebration. You probably have already gotten him something, but I didn't have enough time to find him anything," Alya spoke as they started to walk to the exit of the station.

Marinette paled visibly, jaw dropping open.

"Oh no! I don't have anything to Adrien either! Of course I should have gotten him something," she wailed, wobbling on her long legs.

Alya cocked her eyebrow at Marinette, "Really? Guess we hit the shops then, though I think you can always take something from your bakery to him."

"Won't that be a bit lame? I mean, he can have our stuff anytime anyway," Marinette wasn't so sure about Alya's suggestion.

"Oh? I take this as Adrien has visited the bakery quite often," the grin on Alya's face was nothing but evil, Marinette's posture cracking under her teasing eyes.

"So—sometimes. He loves mom's cheesecake," Marinette told her only the half true, feeling how her skin got cold when she thought about Alya somehow finding out Adrien to be Chat Noir, and somehow also snooping the truth out of Chat's secret visits to her. She shooed such thoughts away from her mind quickly.

"So you want to buy him something? Any ideas what?"

Marinette's eyes narrowed when she thought what she could possibly give to a man that basically had everything.

"I was thinking to get him a box of some fine chocolate. He can dispose it after the Fashion Week," Alya said when Marinette didn't reply but kept pondering the perfect present.

"Yeah, he needs to watch his diet now very carefully, but I'm sure Adrien would like some chocolate," Marinette agreed, making a notion in her mind that if Alya was getting him chocolate, she needed to get some other kind of a present.

"I bet with his diet and all the exercises models need Adrien is ripped as fuck," Alya nudged Marinette a bit with her linked elbow, Marinette's eyes widening.

"Alya!" she shouted, realizing too late it had been a huge mistake.

"Oh! So you've seen him without shirt on lately! Girl, you gotta tell me everything! All the details, leave nothing behind!" Alya's eyes sparkled, the best-friend-needs-to-know-all mode kicking in and getting fueled by Marinette's blushed and shocked face.

Marinette seriously started to fear Alya would snoop out Chat Noir's visits and start to suspect Marinette's earlier story of Chat Noir's odd crush on her, just like they had planned the plot with Adrien at Master Fu's place.

"There's nothing to tell, I have told you all," she lied to Alya, putting all her lying skills in use while the images of their first night together at Fu's bedroom rushed all around her mind.

"Boring, you are definitely hiding something, but I'll let you go now. Or maybe I ask from Adrien himself, hmm?" Alya winked her eye and Marinette's facade broke yet again.

"Don't! It's not good if there start to be rumors, you know, the Agreste's name and all that kind of things. Plus, I hate paparazzis. And angry fangirls," Marinette shuttered visibly.

"Uh-huh, the angry fangirls," Alya closed her eyes with a knowing hum and nodded in an agreement.

"Do you want to get the present now? I see you didn't bring much luggage," Marinette suggested when they headed towards the metro.

"Just something nice to dress for the event and some essential things, so I'm all good for shopping. There's that good chocolate shop few stops away from here," Alya pointed out, gesturing to their left far into that direction.

"Ah, you mean La Marquise! I haven't gone there in a long time," Marinette sighed happily, unable to hide the fact she also wanted to have some chocolate now when Alya had brought up the chocolate store instead of getting a box from a mall.

"I was thinking the almond pralines would be a good choice," Alya continued her talking as they made their way into the metro station, which was buzzing with people. They decided it would be the best walk after the chocolate shopping to the mall than take another full cramped metro, Alya pointing out hopefully that perhaps they could see a hint of Ladybug if they stayed over the ground. Marinette happily agreed, enjoying her friend's excitement.

They found the chocolate shop easily, as always, and while Alya was choosing the gift for Adrien, Marinette collected two chocolate bars; one of her parents to share and one for her and Adrien to share. Of course she didn't mention anything of her chocolate sharing plans to Alya. After getting the present for Adrien they headed to the mall, enjoying their long walk together, catching up with their lives face to face. At mall Alya wanted to grab something quick to eat and Marinette was still clueless of what to get Adrien.

"How about you make something? A jewelry, maybe?" Alya suggested between her coffee and sandwich as they sat on a mall's bench on the third floor.

The memory of the jewel she had given to Adrien getting akumatized and bringing forth Chat Blanc flashed in Marinette's mind and Alya's idea of a jewelry felt absolutely chilling. Naturally she couldn't let Alya know that.

"I'm not sure what kind of jewelry he likes. He usually just has the ring on…" Marinette mumbled.

"Give him an engagement ring?" Alya joked.

"Alya!" Marinette gasped so loud people nearby turned to look at her while they passed before them.

"Propose him at the catwalk of Paris Fashion Week so that the whole world sees it and give a stroke to daddy Agreste," Alya continued her joking, refusing to hear Marinette's protests.

"I bet daddy Agreste would skin me for that," Marinette murmured, embarrassed of Alya's constant teasing and how close the truth she actually hit with her words.

"You would become the Parisian Romea and Juliet," Alya lifted her palm up dramatically, almost spilling the mayonnaise from the sandwich on her shirt. "Or like Chat Noir and Ladybug," she added.

"Eh, ah, what?" Marinette hoped Alya couldn't see the sweat seeping on her skin or hear how nervous her voice had just been.

Alya lowered her hand and took a deep stare at Marinette, lips smiling brightly.

"Seriously, Marinette? Don't tell me you haven't noticed anything between them."

"Eh, well, to be honest it has looked like Ladybug is… indifferent with Chat Noir…" she selected her words carefully, sensing how heavy Alya's stare felt on her. Tactically she changed the subject.

"Anyway, back to Adrian. Do you think he'd like a scarf?"

"Do you remember what happened with the last scarf?" Alya pointed out, making Marinette wince.

"You are right… that wasn't a good idea…"

"OH! I know!" Alya suddenly gasped and basically devoured the remains of her food with a few bites and gulps, turning then enthusiastically towards Marinette with her full body. "Adrien is a huge Ladybug fan! Maybe you could give him some LB merch?"

"A—Are you sure?" Marinette asked, already knowing why he was so excited over the heroine.

"Absolutely! We once had a very long conversation about Ladybug with him and I know he still follows my Ladyblog. He's got the same old nick there," Alya looked super pleased with herself. As Marinette watched her she got a feeling a Ladybug gift would indeed be a fun surprise to him.

"If he's such a big fan he probably already has all merchandise," Marinette pondered out loud but Alya stopped her with a wave of her palm.

"Even if he had the merch already, it's a special gift from you. It's totally different. I'm sure he will like it." she assured Marinette, standing up and pulling Marinette up with her. "Come on, let's go hunt some heroine merchs!"

The air of excitement was crawling just underneath Marinette's skin when the cap they had taken with Alya pulled in front of the Fashion Week's building. They arrived actually a bit earlier than originally planned, but Alya noted this way they had enough time to get inside and circle around the area. Marinette had taken a small evening purse and tugged inside a small sketchbook to take down notes, inspirations and other details she would see on the catwalk. Mostly she just wanted to see Adrien, her heart beating fast when she thought just how handsome and gorgeous he must be when his show would start. Alya saw this through Marinette and impishly noted she should concentrate on staying conscious, as if she laid down in the floor, she would miss whole glory of Adrien's walks. She also made a joking note she wouldn't catch Marinette if she fell. When Marinette pursed her lips at Alya she questioned if Marinette actually planned to pass out during Adrien's walk so that she could get to backstage faster when the guards would take here there to rest. Marinette nudged Alya back saying that she would get into the VIP area anyway, so why pass out.

They found their seats, being one of the first ones to sit down. The catwalk looked even longer when one saw it live in front of them, and Marinette couldn't help the small, excited squeal coming out from her mouth.

"I can't believe this. I have dreamed of this for so many years," she continued her squealing, shaking Alya from her upper arm with both hands.

"What did I say about passing out just a moment ago?" Alya nudged Marinette back, narrowing her eyes playfully.

"Oh, it says Gabriel Agreste's collection will appear after Maxime Simoëns's," Marinette had already turned her attention away from Alya, eagerly going through the pamphlet in her fingers. "I wish I could take some photos…"

"There are TV-cameras everywhere, so you can watch the show afterwards in repeat as many times as your heart desires," Alya soothed her frowning face, tapping her purse with her palm. "Besides, you've got the notebook here."

"I know, but I also already know I can't do any memos when Adrien is performing," she frowned deeper.

"That's why the recording, girl!" Alya breathed out laughter, seemingly enjoying Marinette's cutesy nervousness, which came out as a series of frowns, sighs, squeals, then more sighs and finally tapping of her foot. By that time Alya had to take Marinette's hand into hers, squeezing it comforting, and the gesture didn't come any time too early, as the lights got cut off until a bright neon lights broke the scenery with all possible colors, marking the beginning of the show.

For the next half an hour Marinette inspected every single designer's costumes with great care, scribbling in secrecy down quick notes and sketches when Alya let go of her hand, picking up ideas for fabrics, colors, placements and so on. She thought she spotted one of her teachers in the audience at one point when there was a designer which didn't interest Marinette so much and her attention started to wander here and there, her heart anticipating Adrien to step on the stage any time now. The closer the Gabriel Agreste's part was nearing, the more nervous Marinette began. It was hard to sit still, not to fidget, nor not to crumble the pamphlet or start to rip pieces off it, scattering them all around the floor. She was happy Alya was there to calm her down with her presence and how she directed her attention from nervousness to the stage and the outfits during Maxime Simoëns's show with her whispers and notions she kept telling to Marinette, leaning close to her whenever she had something to say.

Soon the last runaway show before Adrien's was over and Marinette was sure she would have to restrain herself with all her might not to jump up from the chair and start to scream like in Jagged Stone's concert when Adrien would appear on the stage. She didn't fetch that thought too far, as when Agreste design marched its new collection on stage, Adrien was naturally the model opening the show, walking first on the stage. Marinette had hard time to breath normally, her breathing coming out as admiring gasps. She had never seen Adrien looking so handsome as in the completely black outfit with small, metallic golden details, which reminded her of McQueen's menswear. It was not too difficult, when you knew it, to see Chat Noir in that walk, in that posture, the serious face and keen eyes out of Chat's playful character. He looked like Adrien and yet like Chat Noir to Marinette. She was sure no one else noticed it. His walk was strong and determined, a high professional walk, the light bounding off from his manly features, his skin fair and pure like snow.

Marinette almost passed out.

Agreste design kept bringing on outfit after outfit, but Marinette couldn't remember half of them. She just waited for Adrien to come out with something new on, hoping he would never disappear from her sight. She almost wanted to shake Alya whenever Adrien walked the stage and scream "he's my boyfriend, can you believe it!" but not because he was the famous model – because he was Adrien. The old classmate Adrien. There weren't more than one of him and he was in love with her, as much as she was in love with him. She was happy.

When the menswear's show was over and Gabriel Agreste brought out their collection for a Parisian woman, Marinette let out an audible beaten sigh. It would take long until the show was over and being separated from Adrien for a long time, him being busy before the Fashion Week for long, made her yearn to see him so bad, especially now when he had been so near, just in front of her, looking at his best. Reminding herself that the Paris Fashion Week entry was her dream come true and the dream had basically just landed on her lap for free, she should concentrate on enjoying it now completely and not sulk mentally. For the rest of the show Marinette continued taking the notes and writing down her own ideas and notions which were sparked by all the amazing and sometimes odd designs she witnessed.

After a long wait the show was over, Alya and Marinette deciding to wait seated before going nearer the backstage area to wait Adrien. He had promised to see them after the show and take Marinette then to the backstage, while Alya was going to head to Marinette's place with the spare key and wait for her to come back. They stood up when the most of the crowd was gone, many others from the front seats also snaking toward the backstage entrance to meet familiar faces. They stopped to wait in a spot which they thought was the best for Adrien to find them, and it didn't take long until Adrien appeared behind the dark curtain, scanning the area. Marinette called him and when he saw both of them, a wide grin appeared on Adrien's face.

"I'm sorry girls, you had to wait a bit. Dad wanted to give us a review of the show after every designer had showed their design," he apologized, jogging next to them. He cheek kissed Marinette and then Alya.

"Wait, review for the whole thing?" Alya questioned withdrawing from Adrien's hold but Adrien shook his head.

"No, just for us, but not until every designer had showed their collection. It's respectable to watch everyone's collections."

"Agreste's collection was so nice this year! Surprisingly dark and edgy," Marinette's eyes sparkled, never leaving from Adrien's face. He smiled sheepishly.

"I'm happy you liked it. Dad… well, I think he needed to handle some things with his own self this year and you can see it in the design," he simply stated.

"I really enjoyed it, too," Alya offered a grin to him and pulled then a neatly wrapped package from her purse. "This is for you. Job well done!"

Adrien was surprised and taken back by the sudden present, but soon a faint blush broke on his cheeks with a sparkling, shy smile.

"Aaw, you shouldn't have… Thank you, Alya," he genuinely thanked her, giving her a hug in return.

"No sweat! You deserve that!" Alya was as supportive as ever, turning Adrien's attention after the hug to Marinette, pointing at her. "Marinette also got you something, but I think she forgot she had it because she had problems with not passing out."

"Oh no! Are you alright?" he hastily asked with a concerned tone, but Alya soothed him.

"Nothing serious, just some Agreste fever. You know," she patted Adrien's shoulder knowingly, drawing a deep blush from both of them.

"Ah, I see. That's good then," Adrien tottered shyly, taking a look at Marinette straight into her eyes. She blinked under his stare and turned to rummage through her tiny purse.

"He—here. I'm sorry, the wrapping has gone bad in my bag," she said while handing Adrien a very tiny and flat present.

"I don't mind," he assured her, accepting the gift with a warm hug, holding her just a second too long to earn a cough from Alya.

"I think I'll head home for now. See you later, Marinette. It was wonderful to see you, Adrien, and thank you for this opportunity. Let's catch up when I have more time to stay in Paris," she spoke. Adrien nodded at her.

"Absolutely. Thank you for coming."

Alya hugged Marinette, then waved her hand casually in the air with a grin, telling Adrien to take care of Marinette for now, before she started to make her way out from the show room. Marinette and Adrien watched her back, both silently happy Alya had given them some time together.

"Come on, I show you the backstage," he eagerly noted, taking Marinette's hand into his and leading her through the tiny masses of people. Marinette was a way too conscious of his hand around hers right now, feeling again like everyone would be staring at her and judging her as "who is that girl with Adrien Agreste?"

A thought of her being in a tight spot suddenly appeared into her mind when Marinette thought that whether the official news of her dating Adrien Agreste or Chat Noir would reach the Paris, she would eventually get angry spats from the fangirls.

The backstage was extremely lively and Adrien let go of her hand, guiding her forward with the guidance of his hand resting on Marinette's lower back, telling directions now and then out loud. He eagerly told as much as he could to Marinette, pointing out famous faces and designers, telling some details of his fellow models, stopping by to introduce Marinette to some of them. He took her to meet a few designers for a quick chat and finally also introduced her to his father, not as a girlfriend, but as the old classmate and a friend, the girl who had won the junior high's design with her feather hat. Gabriel Agreste remembered Marinette well, and despite that he eyed her and Adrien standing side by side for a long time over the edge of his classes, he said nothing specific. Just wished Marinette a good evening and then excused himself.

Marinette hoped silently he wasn't disappointed with her, but when Adrien showed no signs of discomfort or anything being wrong, she relaxed too.

"I want to show you something. Come this way," Adrien suddenly smiled, putting his chocolate in a place where he knew it wouldn't be taken, then gesturing Marinette to follow him.

They made their way long, long, long time, far away to the quieter backstage area – the backstage of the backstage – and even further. The longer they went the less people there were. Occasionally some of the staff arranging the event walked by and while they gave an odd eye to them, after noticing it was the son of Agreste walking around the area they simply greeted Adrien and Marinette, who replied back at them with similar greets.

Adrien walked up stairs, taking a hold of Marinette's hand and lead her up a few levels of stairs. Then he stopped, before a red door.

"What's in there?" Marinette peeked at the door and Adrien simply chuckled.

"No idea. It's locked, so we're not going in."

"I see. So, what you wanted to show me?"

"This," he widened his arms, gesturing the very regular looking stair case around them.

Marinette's mouth dropped.

"Thi-this? The stair case?" she tottered with a boggled face, earning a very wide grin from Adrien.

"We don't have much good memories of staircases, so I think it would be good to change that."

A happy light lighted up in Marinette's blue eyes, the shimmering clear and beautiful.

"I agree," she breathed out, understanding Adrien's sneaky plan to find them a private space and snaked her arms around Adrien's neck, pressing their bodies together. He reached down to a kiss, letting his hands roam over her back, the fabric of the dress rustling underneath his palms, her lips sweet and soft against his. They kissed without any hurry, enjoying of each other's warmth and touches, their kisses turning into smiles and chuckles.

Adrien broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Marinette's, his hands around her waist.

"Thank you for coming. It gave me strength and chills to know you were watching me there. I saw you from the corner of my eye," he spoke softly, his breath running over Marinette's face tenderly.

"Thank you for inviting me. It was such a nice present," Marinette replied.

Adrien's head shot up suddenly.

"Oh, the present! Can I open it?"

"Of course," she nodded at him, watching softly as Adrien fished the present out from his pocket, opening the wrapping paper carefully. To his surprise there came out a Ladybug and Chat Noir keychain.

"Oh, this is a surprise!" he agreed with himself, Marinette's giggling echoing in the staircase.

"It was actually Alya's idea to get you some Ladybug merch. Of course I couldn't leave Chat Noir out," she pushed her hands behind her back, swaying from side to side.

"Of course. What would Ladybug be without Chat Noir," his blush was visible as he inspected the gift.

Marinette took a hold of the Ladybug keychain and turned it over.

"This one is a bit special. One of its kind," she smiled at him with gentle eyes, revealing an engraving of Ladybug's autograph. "If Alya asks you got it from Ladybug after this show, alright."

"Ah, My Lady, this is perfect gift," Adrien rejoiced, his eyes sparkling like a real fan's when he saw the engraving. He offered a kiss on Marinette's cheek, spoking against her skin.

"I will cherish this forever."

"I love to hear that. Now, if you only could get Chat Noir's engraving there, it would be perfect and make all fans jealous," Marinette voice was sing-songing, her palm rising up to Adrien's cheek to stroke his skin slowly, their eyes locked together.

A grin from ear to ear spread on Adrien's face, his eyes narrowing with the smile.

"I think I can arrange that," he said, pulling Marinette into a kiss.