Of course, dear anon! I kind of wanted something sweet after that, too. I chose a prompt that I've been wanting someone to ask for, lol. So the prompt is: "You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."
"Marinette!" Chat Noir cried, his voice colored with relief. "Are you okay?"
Marinette blinked her eyes slowly. She was laying on the floor, being held up by Chat Noir. "What happened?"
"You fainted… straight into my arms," he told her. "You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to go such extremes."
"Sorry," she said, feeling a little shaky. "I think I stood up too fast."
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, watching her carefully.
"Yeah, I think so," she answered.
Chat Noir put his forehead against hers. "Don't scare me like that."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't worry so much. It doesn't suit you."
"That's easy for you to say," Chat Noir laughed, trying to calm his still racing heart. "I thought I was going to have to carry your limp body downstairs and explain to your parents why I was in your room." He tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer to him. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you."
"I'm not going anywhere, Kitty," she assured him, kissing his cheek.
He kissed the top of her head, and then she kissed his nose, and then they found themselves in an all-out kissing war, both trying to prove who could place more kisses on the other's face.
If this was what happened every time she fainted, Marinette thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Even though it was as simple as standing up too fast, Chat Noir didn't think his heart could take it again.