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Bugs. The apartment had too many bugs. Adrien didn't mind too much, but once in a while he would look at Tikki's enclosure just to make sure she was still there. “She's a tarantula not a monkey.” Marinette told him time and time again, “She's not going to climb out of the enclosure.” But having bugs all over the apartment was a small price to pay for getting to live with her. Sure, they had good days and bad days, some arguments worse than others, but it was the stability that Adrien loved so much. He came home every day and she was either there, or would be soon.
As it so happened, the moment Adrien decided there were too many bugs, Marinette was not in the apartment, and he suspected she had gone to get groceries, as when he opened the fridge, there wasn't much left. When she did finally walk through the door with paper bags in each hand. He took one from her, and helped her put everything away.
“How was work?” She asked him, pushing her sunglasses up on her head and kicking her flip flops to the door where their shoes lived.
“It was interesting.” He said, “Alya and I talked for a while about you, and then we gossiped about some of the people on the floor, and then I came home and now I'm with you.” He leaned forward and gave her a small kiss. “What have you been up to?” He asked her, and she sighed and rubbed her temples.
“Costumes.” She didn't sound particularly pleased about it as she continued, “If the director is going to reject all my designs, then why even hire me?” Adrien could only shrug, but it seemed to be enough, as Marinette sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, “What do you want for dinner?” She asked, “I'm in the mood for something easy, but if you want to make something more complicated be my guest.”
“How about.” Adrien said as he pulled a box off the shelf, “We throw together spaghetti and meatballs really quick, and then we can just spend the rest of the night on the couch together, sound good?”
“Sounds like a plan roomie.” Marinette said, and together the two of them started on dinner. She was impressed with how easily they moved around the kitchen together after living together for only a month. They pulled together a pretty okay dinner soon enough and after the dishes had been done, fell onto the couch together.
“So.” Marinette said, “Watch TV or make out like horny teenagers?” Adrien laughed as he draped an arm around her to rest on her waist, his thumb making gentle circles on her skin.
“How about we watch something, and when it inevitably gets boring, we make out like horny teenagers.”
“Excellent idea.” She said, “Telemundo it is.” Adrien laughed and took the remote from her.
“Oh come on, at least pretend.” He said, and flipped through a few channels, before shaking his head and tossing the remote onto the table, “Alright I give up.” He wasn't even surprised when Marinette basically tackled him, kissing him as she pushed him until he was laying down, her small figure a comfortable weight on top of him as he gripped her hips with his hands.
“We are much better at this than horny teenagers.” Adrien said when Marinette's lips moved to his neck, but the comment made her laugh and she pulled back, looking down at him, her hair falling just above his face.
“Hey, roomie.” He said quietly and reached up to touch her hair, running his fingers through the dark strands as she smiled at him. Her touch became less frantic as she leaned down to kiss him again. He loved how she felt in his arms, the sensation comfortable, but always startling, as though he couldn't believe that someone could fit so well against him.
Adrien woke the next morning to find Marinette gone, and a sticky note on her pillow. Gone to meet Alya for an early breakfast, see you tonight, Love LB. He smiled at the use of LB and picked up the note, running his hands over the lettering again for a moment, before throwing it away, knowing she would want him too. When he made it into work, he went to Alya's office to see her, and found Marinette sitting with her.
“What are you doing here?” Adrien asked, pleasantly surprised as she stood up.
“Alya and I were having breakfast, and I decided to come say hello.” He smiled as she put her arms around his waist and looked up at him.
“You'll have to stop by more often.” He said and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
“I will.” Her voice was barely as whisper as she pulled away and said her goodbyes to Alya. Adrien took her hand, and together they walked towards his office.
“So how come you've never stopped in before?” Adrien asked as they reached the door. He opened it and she looked around, as if inspecting it.
“Oh, I don't know.” She said, “I don't really have an office outside the apartment, but would you come visit me if I did?”
“I'd want to.” Adrien said, “That doesn't mean I would be able to.”
“Fair point.” She said and hugged him again, pulling back to kiss him. “I love you.” She said quietly when she pulled away, “And I don't want to leave, but I have to.” Neither of them moved.
“I love you too.” He said, “And you have to leave, but I don't want you to.” Neither of them moved. Eventually Marinette managed to pull herself away, kissing him briefly one last time before leaving. She couldn't help but smile the entire time she was in the elevator, thinking of how lucky she was to be so in love with someone who made her feel so alive.
Marinette made her way home and designed for a while, before starting on dinner. She knew Adrien would be tired when he got home, and she decided that once in a while, it would be nice to surprise him with something. She was also hoping that they would go painting that night, and cooking him dinner almost always helped.
“That smells so good.” Adrien said when he opened the door. Marinette gave him a quick kiss and continued with what she was doing.
“We're going painting tonight.” She told him, “So you go get some rest and I'll finish up here.” He laughed softly and shuffled off to their room, taking a quick nap before dinner. Later, after they had told each other about their days, and what they were looking forward too, it was time to go.
“Can you get my duffle bag out of the closet?” Marinette asked him, “I think this weekend we should wash our paint clothes.”
“Probably a good idea.” Adrien said, “We'll have to take a shower when we get back, these don't smell too good.”
“Well I call first then.” Marinette called back to him as she pulled her hair up.
“What a coincidence.” Adrien said coming up behind her, “I do too.” Marinette rolled her eyes at him and pushed him away from her, grabbing her black clothes and slipping them on.
“Ready?” She asked him when they were both clad in black.
“Yup, let's go.”