Adrien sighed blissfully as he exited the warm shower. A hot shower was perfect in this cold weather. Just a few minutes under the warm water was enough to take away the bone-biting cold. A curious glance outside confirmed that it was still snowing, and he sighed at the thought of having to go out into the snow again.

“Adrien!” Marinette tackle-hugged him, holding onto him tightly.

“Marinette?” he questioned, a small blush pinkening his cheeks “what are you doing?”

“I’m cold and you’re warm,” she explained before cuddling her face into his chest. A small sigh of content escaped her as she snuggled to him and he smiled. He came over to her house when he heard she had caught a fever and the first thing she had done was tell him to take a bath because he was freezing cold from the snow. Even when sick she thought about others. And now, he was discovering that she acted slightly spoiled when she was sick.

“What are you doing? Hug me!” The muffled command came as she clung to him.

Okay, very spoiled. But it was still adorable.

He picked her up princess-style and walked her over to the bed. “You should be sleeping, princess,” he gently scolded and covered her with blankets. Her head popped up from under the pile of fabric and she pouted.

“But it’s cold!” she whined.

“Stay in there and it’ll warm up sooner or later.” They stared at each competitively, her stubborn pout against his stern gaze.

“I know!” she exclaimed, “cuddle with me!” she patted the bed expectantly.

“W-what?”

“Sleep with me!” she repeatedly, smiling at him. Adrien blushed.

“Note to self: Marinette is dangerous when sick,” he thought to himself as he stiffly smiled. “I’ll be here the entire time, Mari. Just sleep.”

“No, I won’t sleep until you cuddle with me,” she glared at him. Knowing that her stubbornness knew no bounds, he relented. Promising to himself that he would leave as soon as she fell asleep, he climbed into the bed. Satisfied, Marinette laid back down and pulled the blankets higher.

Deciding on a position that would be easiest to escape, he spooned her. She was small. He always knew that but… she was small. His body perfectly fit over hers and his head rested above hers as if he was leaning on it. It was comfortable. And warm. Really warm. And comfortable. Did he already mention that? Anyway, it was really comfortable.

Almost of their own will, Adrien’s eyes fluttered close despite his weak resistance and he fell asleep.

~~ A few hours later~~

Marinette woke up to a beautifully warm cocoon. She felt significantly better than she had that morning and was grateful for having a resilient body. Realizing that she should probably get something to eat along with medicine, she attempted to move. She failed. A strong force kept her from moving. Her mind registered the fact that she was spooned against someone. Slowly, stiffly, she turned to look at the perpetrator. She was greeted with her crush. Adrien. Her face flamed as one part yelled at her to calm down as the other fangirled uncontrollably. Adrien Agreste, her longtime crush, was cuddled against her.

Why? Her mind raced as she tried to figure out why exactly the famous model was cuddled against her. Was she dreaming? Was she hallucinating? Had her crush somehow gone to the point where she was realistically fantasizing about snuggling with Adrien Agreste? He had a tendency to visit her at night as Chat but it was still daytime, judging by how bright her room was. No matter how much she thought, the only explanation she could think of is that she was dreaming. But she definitely awake- the pinch on her cheek was definitely painful. She glanced at him, her eyes tracing the outline of his face. With a jolt, she realized that he was wearing her shirt. Or, a shirt that she had intended to give to him for Christmas.

The memories hit her full force. Adrien coming over, probably to check on her, and shivering as he entered her room. Her shoving him into the shower with a shirt and pants. Her, in an extreme case of dazed dizziness, clinging to his warmth in the cold room. Her asking him to cuddle her. Him accepting.

Her brain short-circuited. The only thing she could remember was to try and not disturb him, so she was left with nothing to do but stare. Mindlessly, she mentally traced his jawline, admiring his long eyelashes and silky hair. He almost looked like a different person with his hair so messy. His hair fell over his eyes, brushing the bridge of his nose and skirting the top of his eyes. She moved her hand and brushed his bangs out of his face.

“Caught red-handed”

She started, looking wide-eyed at his sleepily smug smirk.

“Enjoying the view, m’lady?”

A small squeal escaped her and she tried to back away only for his arm to pull her in closer. “Y-y-you were awake?!”

“Yep,” he grinned down at her.

“Y-you should’ve said something!” she ducked her head into his chest, hiding her red face.

“And ruin your fun? I couldn’t do such a cruel thing.”

Marinette made a muffled sound of frustration, embarrassment making her unable to think.

“You’re adorable, Marinette,” he kissed the crown of her head. She peeked up at him, her eyes conveying flustered irritation.

“Next time just tell me if you’re awake.”

“No promises,” he curled down and kissed her nose, gazing into her eyes. “Now go back to sleep.”

“But-”

“Shh,” he pulled her closer and curled his leg over her’s to ensure she couldn’t escape. “I’m cold and sleepy and you’re warm and comfy so let me sleep.”

She giggled, “I’m the one that’s sick, you know.”

He cracked one green eye open and looked at her, “Sleep.”

“Yes, sir,” she happily cuddled into him and fell back asleep.