buries his nose into the crook of her neck, nuzzling lightly against pale skin.

       Arms wrapped on her waist, legs lay at his sides as petite hands are placed on       his chest, muffled laughs and chaste kisses being shared. Her fingers play with       his golden locks, spine curving when she feels him nuzzle on her neck,  gently,       as  he  closed  his  eyes,  the ones that mesmerized her with a  single  glimpse.       They had been fooling around for a while now,  but with his busy schedule time       passed                      by                       with                    no                     mercy.       ❝A—Adrien!                                        That                                             tickles!❞       And she doesn’t mind at all;  his touch was a feeling that she longs for perhaps       a                                        bit                                    too                           often. 

places his head into her lap, obviously wanting her fingers through his hair :^ )))

       Oh  boy,  could  he  be  more  obvious?    A  mellifluous  giggle  left  her  lips.       She’d take a moment to observe his masculine yet youthful visage, moving to       his green irises,  trying to read the cocky expression he wore,  her  eyebrows       rising in amusement due the childlike  persona he sometimes had when Zelda       around,                just                 to                make               her              smile.

       ❝Ah,  Adrien!  I thought you left with the others,❞ Zelda begins, a gentle frown       forming  on  her. ❝Have you come to ruin my alone time?❞  Teasing  him  was,       without doubt,  one of her favorite hobbies; the feeling was more than mutual,       since  he’d always take the opportunity to joke back,  laughs  exchanged  with       a           nudge            of            shoulders          here            and            there.

       She’d  fall  quiet  after the words left  her  mouth,   suddenly  feeling  nervous;       it was something that was a bit too usual  when around him—to  her  own  bad       luck.  A  hand  rests  on  his  soft  blond  hair,  twirling  it  between  her  fingers,       caressing  him  as her soft spot for the  unlucky  french male came out  to  light.       Stopping,  her  eyes  shift  as  her  mouth  parts;  ❝I… Um… Your  hair  is  soft.❞