(GOD I love Marichat.. and I love whumping Adrien, just like the writers it seems.. Disclaimer: In this, neither one know each other’s secret identities.)

Marinette sighed as she erased the stray line once more, the graphite imprinted on the page. It was annoying, but she liked the rest of the design otherwise. The clock ticked late into the night, signaling that she should be in bed. She really should, and she would, if not for the hero sitting in her bed.

Chat Noir, her partner - her knowledge, not his, was currently sitting in her civilian bed, eating his third croissant within the last ten minutes, a Disney movie on. One he claimed to have never seen, and judging from his awe-struck reaction - yeah, that seemed accurate.

They hadn’t spoken much within the last hour the second movie was turned on. Marinette was drawing in her sketchbook, sleep drawing her closer as time went on. She sighed as the clock hit 3 A.M., letting out a long stretch. “Kitty, don’t you think it’s time to go home?” There was a long pause, as she noticed the distinct way he seemed to just.. tense. She didn’t notice that as Ladybug.