Red Strings And Markers

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The two remained silent for the rest of walk to the subway, Adrien being watchful for any danger to Marinette. The subway was full of people who were commuting to work, which led to Adrien and Marinette standing. It didn't bother him, as long as he was close to her and protecting her from any creep that would try to touch her.

Marinette didn't know how she wasn't falling. She felt like her knees were weak from shaking with all this proximity she had with Adrien.

She noticed that there were some teenagers on the bus that kept glancing over at Adrien and whispering to themselves.

She glanced up at Adrien through her bangs; he looked like a model, of course, his green eyes scanning the crowd as his sunglasses were settled into his hair. His black t-shirt was not too tight and not too loose-fitting, with some borderline skinny jeans. He was hot, to say the least

"Do you think that's his girlfriend?"

"No way, look how nervous she is." She wasn't too familiar with the English language, but she knew enough to grasp what they were saying.

Marinette grabbed his shirt without thinking, making him look down at her. Adrien put an arm against the glass behind her, leaning in forward, her face practically in her chest.

"Let's make them jealous, won't we?" The two of them had picked up the habit of teasing others but she didn't know if she could play along this time.

"A-Adrien, w-wait." She looked up at him, their noses inches apart. Marinette's eyes flickered down to his lips and the way he licked them. She shuttered under him and he smirked, starting to put some distance between themselves, when the train lurched to a stop. The momentum of the stopping train pushed Adrien into Marinette, their lips catching each other.

Marinette's eyes widened and she found herself wanting to move away, but she couldn't. Adrien moved back a little, examining her. "A-Adrien?" She felt like she couldn't breathe, her breath stolen by him.

"Don't speak." He countered before he pressed his lips against hers again. Marinette sucked in a breath, breathing in all of him, falling prey to him. Some words rang in Marinette's mind.

"Abandon thought and let the dream descend! What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desires unlock its door?" Adrien himself had said these words, words of the Phantom of the Opera, looking at Marinette. She had indeed abandoned all thought as he lips were connected to Adrien, losing herself in a swirl of need.

The train lurched again and separated them, their breaths in little pants. Adrien looked down at the girl before her, her blue sparkling eyes becoming a dark liquid.

Something about being in a public transport and doing something even as simple as kissing, set both their nerves on completely on edge. The two just remained close, breathing in each other's hot breath until Adrien spoke.

"I don't apologize." He murmured close to her ear, before allowing some space between them. Within a couple minutes, the subway arrived at Southern Keningston Station, walking the rest of the way towards the V&A museum.

The walk to the museum wasn't as awkward as Marinette was expecting. The two managed to keep normal conversation between each other, Adrien occasionally throwing a pun or a tease at her. They passed by Thurloe Square Garden and Marinette had caught a glimpse of a couple kissing on one of the benches. Marinette blushed simply from having a glance at them.

The V&A had so much to look at. Marinette learned a couple things from Adrien that she hadn't known about, such as his likes for the Asian culture, mostly hanging around the Japanese exhibition that was in the museum.