Adrien quickly tried to get his attention back on the game. By the time he could focus on it, she had already taken his character down to a third of his hp. This round was a lost cause, and it wasn't long before the second round was done. He'd used his secret weapon too quickly. 

"I only copied your tactic of using our relationship as a distraction to win a video game," he said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Gabriel paused for a moment before closing the gap between them and and wrapping his arms around her, bringing her close enough kiss her on the forehead. "How about some time together without me trying to push you into things?"

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him. "I was just trying to spice things up." She then put the controller down on the coffee table. "You're such a sore loser."

Iris leaned into him and let his warmth spread throughout her body. She smiled softly, when he kissed her. "I would love that." She squeezed him. But what should they do? Oh! She then let go oh him and walked over to her closet. She opened the door and pulled her latest sewing project. "Look! I'm making a skirt!" She held up the skirt so he could get a good look of it. "What do you think of it so far?" Her mood did a complete 180. She was smiling at him like their fight didn't happened.

"Not a sore loser," Adrien said with a shrug. "What if I also just wanted to spice things up a bit? I wouldn't have suggested this game if I didn't want to lose, you know. You're too good for me to win without a distraction."

Gabriel smiled slightly, glad she was back to her normal self. Her unwillingness to come back and face whatever was holding her back was frustrating, but at least they were having some time together.  He eyed the skirt, analyzing the design and craftsmanship.  "I like the design, and the stitches look good.  What kind of inspiration did you have for this one?"

"A kiss on a cheek is not spicey. If you wanted to spice things up you would have kissed me on the lips," she said. and gave him a look.

"Uh," said Iris. She put the skirt down beside her. "Nothing really. It just popped in my mind." Truthly it was design she had in mind for a skirt before she disappeared. She didn't want to bring that up. She was happy that he didn't remember it.

"I would have, but the angle was all wrong. So, the cheek was the next best thing," he answered. It was a weak argument, mostly because her interpretation of his plan was correct, but he wasn't ready to admit defeat yet.

"I see. Well, it looks good. It's too bad you didn't follow through with designing. Your designs always look good." Gabriel eyed the skirt again. Her answer didn't sound all that convincing, but he let that slide. It probably wasn't important.

"A lame excuse. I guess I'm the one who's the most passionate in this realtionship." At this point Marinette was now messing with Adrien.

Iris smiled with pride. "Yes, but I enjoyed modeling more." Speaking of modeling. "Uh, Gabriel." She was worried he'll go back to the home converstaion, but she wanted to know. "Can I model again?"

Adrien feigned a hurt look.  "Oh? You really think so?" He shifted to completely face her direction and leaned forward, locking his gaze with hers.  "I was under the impression I was the most passionate." He moved forward the rest of the way and initiated a deep kiss.

Gabriel stared at her, surprised that she would bring up modeling so suddenly after their fight about her coming home. "There will always be a modeling position for you at my company," he answered.

Marinette wrapped her arms around Adrien as he kissed her. She then pushed herself on to him so she could be on top of him. "Guess again, Kitty." Marinette kissed his neck.

Iris's eyes lit up and she threw her arms around him. "Great! I miss it so much, Gabriel." She then let go of him. "I can't wait to for the fashion show! Seeing Adrien model. When will you give me my ticket?"

Adrien wrapped his arms around her, his neck tingling pleasantly under her kiss. He was too comfortable enjoying her closeness to comment about their position, so he just moved his arm up enough to stroke her hair. "Hmm. Maybe you're right," he murmured.

"I'll bring a ticket over tomorrow," Gabriel answered. "I'll make sure you get a ticket in the front with me. It's shaping up to be a great show. You'll definitely love it."

Marinette rest her head on his chest and smiled. She closed her eyes enjoying their closeness. "I don't want to get up now."

Iris beamed and hugged Gabriel again. "Give it to me tomorrow night! Meet up somewhere in Paris and have a little date?" She grinned at him. Her mind was nagging her, but she ignored it like always.

Adrien let out a sigh of pleasure and closed his eyes as well. "Then lets stay like this for a bit.  We don't have to get up until dinner."

Gabriel nodded. "That sounds like a plan. Where would you like to meet?" It would be another chance to try and convince her to come home; though, he'd definitely wait until the end of the date this time.

She chuckled. "Let's have a cap nap then?"

"Hmm," Iris thought for a moment. She wanted to be somewhere more private with him so they could be detransformed. Then it hit her. "How about at your office at work?" Iris gave him a mischievous smile. "We'll have some true privacy."

Adrien smiled. "That sounds like a purrfect idea."

Gabriel mulled over the suggestion for a moment.  He could easily mess with the security settings in the building to get them in and out without anyone noticing. "Sure.  Do you want to meet me there? I can leave a window open."

"Sounds prefect. I'll be there at midnight," Iris said cheerfully. She then gave him a teasing smile. "I wonder if your office still looks the same." She sighed. "I bet it does. I should have married an interior designer. I bet he would have liked sweets too."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "We've been over this. I don't need an interior designer. Black and white goes with everything. Plain and simple. I didn't realize this was such a big problem that you've fantasized marrying someone more interesting than rich, boring Gabriel Agreste," he answered with a small, amused smile.