seventh heaven | daminette

word count: +1.2k

summary: “and,” marinette mumbled, “i really want you to kiss me.”

a/n: for the first time in forever, i didn’t use pinterest.

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Marinette seriously regretted her decision to let Chloe drag her to this party.

Sure, maybe Marinette had been working herself too hard, but that didn’t mean had to bring her to this stupid party. The music was shitty on a whole new level, dancing with the crowd meant allowing herself to get groped by drunk guys and finally, rich kids seemed to like cheap, disgusting alcohol.

Lovely night, wasn’t it?

Marinette spotted Chloe chatting with some uppity-but-handsome guys. Resolving to end her ‘fun’ night here, Marinette advanced to her best friend, pasting a polite smile for appearances as she did so. 

“Hey Chlo!” she said in her typical bubbly manner. “I just wanted to say—”

Chloe interrupted Marinette as if she knew what Marinette was going to say. To be honest, she probably did. 

“Mari!” Chloe said, equally brightly. Honestly, that should have been the first thing that tipped Marinette off that something was up. “I want you to meet some people!”

Marinette felt the smile on her face become fixed, wanting to leave but not wanting to seem rude. “Oh, alright—”

The blond man, the seemingly happier one out of the two, gave her a bright smile. “Hi, Marinette! Chloe’s told us so much about you! I’m Jon!”

Resisting the urge to side-eye Chloe, Marinette gave the man in front of her a genuine smile. “Jon, as in Jonathan Kent?”

Inwardly, Marinette smirked because goddamn, Chloe had just made a huge mistake by introducing her best friend to her crush. Chloe seemed to realise it as well, suddenly recalling the countless she had spent ranting to Marinette about that cute guy in her class who she was sure would get along with Marinette. 

The second guy holding out his hand was what snapped Marinette out of her dangerous matchmaking thoughts. Suddenly realising he was talking to her, Marinette said, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

“My name,” he said stiffly, “Is Damian.”

Marinette shook his hand, introducing herself with a smile on her face.

When she looked up at him, though, she suddenly felt her breath catch in her throat and her eyes widen subtly. 

Holy shit, this guy was hot.

Marinette felt her heart begin to gallop in her chest — quite like it did when she was fourteen and 'in love’ with Adrien. Reminding herself that she was an adult now, not a lovesick stalker, Marinette let go of Damian’s hand, which she had been shaking for just a little too long. 

“Anyway,” Chloe interrupted the two of them with an excited clap of her hands. “Let’s go to the other room!”

Leaving no room for argument, she grabbed Jon’s hand and pulled him towards the exit.

Marinette gave a faux sigh at her excitement, her decision to leave already waning away. “Dear God, she’s so in love.”

“Well,” said a deep voice, “At least it’s returned." 

Whirling around, Marinette told her heart to calm the hell down as she answered Damian. "Lovely. Now all they need to do is date.”

Damian gave her a heart-stopping smirk as they followed the direction Chloe and Jon had disappeared in. “I don’t know — knowing the two of them, perhaps that will also require our assistance.”

Marinette felt her cheeks pink slightly at Damian’s use of us. 

“Maybe,” she said, shrugging, and walking into the adjacent room. “But at least we can have fun while doing it, right?”

Damian opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted by Chloe. 

“Finally!” she said, rolling her eyes at them. “Let’s begin our game of seven minutes in heaven!”

Never mind, Marinette was regretting her decision to stay now. 

Waiting silently in anticipation as the bottle spun, Marinette took a sip of her who-knows-what-number glass of beer (which was only mildly better than the alcohol), only a little tipsy. 

Which, for your information, was code for substantially tipsy. 

Leaning forward slightly as the bottle slowed down, Marinette crossed her fingers and toes hoping that it wouldn’t land on her. 

It did. 

Her ears ringing from everyone in the room cheering loudly, Marinette hoped she wasn’t doomed to spend the next seven minutes stuck in a closet with some jerk with herpes or something. 

She looked up slowly, only for her blue eyes to meet Damian’s forest-green ones, staring at her already.

Heartbeat going overdrive now, Marinette felt the colour rush to her cheeks as she stood up slowly. 

Hearing Chloe and Jon cheering loudly out of everyone in the crowd, Marinette and Damian silently walked into the closet, both too embarrassed to talk to each other. 

Once they were shut in, Marinette was infinitely thankful that it was dark because her cheeks were practically scarlet now. 

The silence was beginning to become stifling as Damian and Marinette stood silently in the darkness. 

“So,” Damian said, and then cleared his throat. “So — um, what do you want to do?”

Now, here’s what you need to know before we move ahead: Marinette would be forever embarrassed by what she said next, and she blames it on the alcohol and beer she previously downed. 

“You’re really hot.”

It was like Marinette was floating on a bubble when she said that, completely uncaring of what Damian thought of her.

Damian felt his heart quite literally stop when Marinette said that because there was no way, the pretty girl in front of him had just said that. 

He felt the blood in his body rush and heat as soon as he saw her, but he didn’t think she actually liked him. 

“Like, really, really hot,” she continued, giggling lightly now. “I kinda felt like I was going to faint when I saw you.”

Dear God, Damian’s self-control only went so far and right now, Marinette was not helping. For god’s sake, they’d only been in there for barely a minute!

“And,” Marinette mumbled. “I really want you to kiss me.”

Damian let out his breath in a whoosh. That was it. 

His hands, expert in the dark, wrapped around Marinette’s waist and pulled her towards him. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said huskily, looking down into the darkness, peering into the blue rings of her eyes. “And I need you to tell me now if you want to stop — because otherwise, I won’t.”

The two of them were frozen for a few seconds after that, Damian in silent anticipation and Marinette in shock. 

Marinette’s mind was spinning. Was this actually happening? Was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen actually asking to kiss her? Was she dreaming?

Well, if she was it was a damn good dream. And after this, Chloe couldn’t say Marinette hadn’t let go. 

She had barely finished giving her consent when Damian’s lips were on hers, as soft and warm as she expected them to be. 

Their lips moving in sync, Marinette tangled her hands in Damian’s soft curls, tugging them lightly. In response, Damian grunted and pushed her against the wall, lips moving harder now. 

A loud banging on the door was what interrupted them, a few minutes later.

“Times up!” Jon yelled through the closet door, and slowly opened it. 

Marinette and Damian rushed to make themselves presentable but nothing was going to hide their swollen lips and tousled hair. 

Jon and Chloe stared at the two of them in shock. 

“Marinette,” said Chloe, snapping out of her stupor. She grabbed her best friend’s hand, dragging her out. “I need details.”