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Two in the morning. Marinette has been lying on her bed for twenty minutes trying to go back to sleep without any success. She is about to give up and go to get her journal when an unmistakable knock on the balcony’s window echoes through the room.
She gets up and turns on the lamp before going to open the lock, her boyfriend entering the room seconds later and closing the window again before turning to her. The moment they are face to face, Marinette lunges at him, entwining her legs tightly across his waist while she buries her face in his neck, letting the familiarity of his body and scent wash over her.
“Oh god, I missed you.” He whispers in a husky voice, putting his hands on her hips and carefully kicking off his shoes with his feet to move to her bed, dropping her gently on her usual side.
That's when he can see the girl's face in more detail. Her features were slightly illuminated by the night lamp, making clear that she had been awake before he arrived.
“Difficult night?” He asks trying to move to his side of the bed, and she lets out a sweet wholehearted laugh when he stumbles at the last second and ends up falling on her hips. “Great. At least you seem to feel better.” He muttered.
“I always feel better when you are by my side.”
“The feeling is mutual, angel.” Damian sits down and lightly kisses her on the cheek before stepping carefully around her to lie down on his side.
“Or on my hips.” She teases with a smirk and he frowns before playfully sticking his tongue out at her. He would probably never do something so childish in front of his family, but with Marinette he can get a little carried away. “Now, what happened? Whenever you appear at the window out of nowhere, it’s because you feel overwhelmed."
He analyzes what she said silently. All the times that he has entered through that window passing through his head, as well as all the hugs and cuddles received. All the years, and feelings and memories making him feel blessed to love her. "I guess you are right, you are my safe place." Marinette’s face lights up, and she confidently moves closer to give him a soft kiss on the nose. “And you are mine. Now spill, handsome.”
He smiles at the compliment, and makes an exaggerated wink that makes her snort. He came long ago to the conclusion that embarrassing himself is worth it if he’ll be able to hear her laugh. “Nothing new, just another fight with father." Damian drops his head against the pillow and covers his eyes with his hands, letting his annoyance out.
"You want to talk about it?" She asks cautiously.
“I'd rather not, If you don’t mind.” She nods with a sweet smile, reaching out to wrap him in her arms.
"Of course I don’t mind. Dami, I'll always be here, whatever you need." He sinks into her neck, gently caressing the exposed skin on her waist.
Suddenly Marinette pulls away to yawn, weariness clear in her eyes. “Come here.” He requests before trapping her against him, his calloused fingers quickly finding her hair, stroking it gently as he sings in her ear.
“Voice like an angel, I've never heard before. Here in front of me, shining so much brighter than I have ever seen.” Marinette can feel the immense love that Damian has for her through his voice and the soft touch, and the feeling of happiness and relief she experiences is indescribable. Her mind wanders from there to her teenage years and how difficult it was for her to be able to depend on someone. She came to believe that she would never find that person who would fulfill her in every way, but Damian did and was much more than she could have ever dreamed of.
“You set me free, you and me together is more than chemistry. Love me as I am,
I'll hold your music here inside my hands.” He kisses her head lovingly, squeezing her a little more against him.
Marinette smiles against his neck before finally falling asleep, the peace Damian always gives her completely invading her and melting her in his arms.