Author's Note
Hello anyone reading this! It's my first time writing and posting fan fiction, but I hope that won't be too obvious in my writing. I've rated it T because although there is no actual sex, things do get fairly physical. If descriptions of people being overly touchy with each other make you uncomfortable I would advise you don't read this. If people feel like I need more warnings please let me know.
Chapter 1.
On a pleasantly cool Parisian evening, Marinette sat on the side of her bed, nervously fidgeting with the pencil in her hands. Earlier, she had been attempting to sketch design ideas to help pass the time as she waited for her visitor, but her mind was not in a creative place.
Breaking the silence, a soft rapping came from above. She looked up to see the figure of Chat Noir opening the trap door from her room to her balcony. although he was silhouetted, she could still see his reflective emerald eyes and a hint of his pearly white grin. Silently, he lowered himself down onto her bed and into the soft light of her room. Swiftly, he hopped off the bed and gave a kneeling bow in front of Marinette in a grandiose manner.
"You summoned me, my princess?" he whispered, looking up at her with a very flirtatious expression. Marinette didn't know whether to groan or giggle. Ever since they began secretly dating, Chat Noir had started really hamming up the charm. It was cute in his own frustrating way, but Marinette was too stressed to encourage him.
"I'm afraid this visit is for business, not pleasure." She sighed. Chat Noir's fake little cat ears twitched.
"Is an Akuma targeting you again?" He asked, a serious tone replacing his flirtatious one. In a moment he shifted from his position in front of her to sitting beside her on the bed, hand on her shoulder. Marinette shook her head.
"No, it's worse than that. Alya is on to us."
After a few moments of registering what she said, Chat Noir burst into laughter, barely attempting to stifle it.
"I'm serious, Chat. Alya is getting crazy suspicious of me ever since I started seeing you. The girl can sense a scoop." Marinette said, her level of stress very clear in her tone of voice. She looked over at Chat Noir, who sat hunched and leaning on his knees, fingers drumming along jawline to his chin.
"Something you've done must have set her off. Have you been sighing dreamily thinking of me in class? Or doodled love hearts around 'Madame Chat Noir' in your note book?" He asked with a playful voice, looking up at her flashing a mischievous grin.
"Get real, I'm smarter than to do anything that obvious."
Well, nowdays I am.
Marinette couldn't help but look back at all the times she couldn't help but make her crush on Adrien the most obvious thing on the planet. It wasn't until she began dating Chat Noir that she was finally able to stop drooling after Adrien, and Alya definitely noticed.
"I think she's caught on because I stopped pursuing my crush. Rationalising that if I dropped that, there must be someone else in the picture." Marinette theorized out loud. This caused Chat to snap up straight.
Perspective Change
"Wait a minute- you had a crush on someone? How intriguing..." He continued his playful tone, but on the inside he felt fireworks. He never noticed Marinette showing any interest in anyone at school. She was always so shy and nervous at school, he couldn't imagine her being able to ask anyone out the way she acts there. But she said pursuing...she must have been actively trying to date someone without him noticing. Thinking about how close he got to losing her if this other guy had asked her out first made his stomach churn.
"Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing thinking about it. But I guess everyone gets crushes in high school." She admitted, her cheeks flushing bright pink, eyes glancing away shyly. Damn she's cute when she's embarrassed. She was usually so confident around Chat, but just the mention of her crush made her act like this. The churning grew worse.
"Princess, I must ask or it will kill me; do you still have feelings for him?" He asked nervously. She looked down to think, before looking back up at him and moving towards him. She held his hands, looking at them as she caressed them.
"I don't want this to come between us, but I feel like we need as much honesty as we can get in this relationship considering the circumstances. I kind of still do have feelings for him."
There is it.
She looked back up, her eyes locking to his. She brought a delicate hand to the side of his face and cupped it as her thumb softly rubbed the apple of his cheek.
"But I would never act on those feelings! I'm with you now and that's all I want. Those feelings will go away, I don't even know him that well." She explained.
"Would I know him?" He braced for an answer.
"I think you've met him at least once. I remember seeing you talk to him during an akuma attack."
So he knew him. Not very well, by the sound of it, but he had met him before. Chat needed to know more.
"What's his name?" He probed further. A slight grin grew over Marinette's face.
"Are you jealous, my little kitty cat?"
"Unbelievably jealous, princess." He admitted, in a low, flirtatious tone. He pulled her closer by the hips. Leaning in towards her he placed a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. He could feel her body quiver at his touch. Hopefully this was enough of a distraction for her to not notice how nervous he was.
"Please don't worry. There's no chance anything would happen between us; we're on too different levels." She attempted to reassure.
Different levels? He must be in another grade.
Marinette seemed to snap out of it, and stood up and away from him, beginning a familiar stressed out pacing.
"There must be something we can do to get Alya off our trail." She exclaimed.
And to keep this mystery man away from my princess.
"I have an idea. It's a bit wild, but it might just work. Ready to hear me-owt?"
"Ugh. Sure." She stopped pacing and looked at him, waiting.
"How about you go on a fake date with someone else?" He suggested. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"What?"
"C'mon, the purrfect way to stop her is to show her she's right. People stop looking when they think they've won." He rationalized. She paused to think.
"That's actually pretty genius, Chat. Looks like Ladybug isn't the only superhero with a brain." She teased. He gave a fake offended gasp.
"I've always been as smart as her, if not smarter. You ever see Ladybug make up puns on the fly?" He quipped, grinning with pride.
"It must really bug you out if you're getting this defensive." She quipped back as she leaned against her desk confidently.
"Aw, I'm rubbing off on you." He cooed, hopping up from the bed quickly making his way to her, and began stroking her soft, shiny hair.
"Who were you thinking of setting me up with?" She asked inquisitively. He took a deep breath for strength.
"I was thinking Adrien Agreste."
"Wha- how...wha- why? Why Adrien exactly? Just out of curiosity." Marinette exploded. The idea seemed to break her brain, before she quickly attempted to appear more casual. Chat wasn't sure was he was hoping for, but he wasn't sure he liked how shocked she was at the concept.
Was I really that far from being an option in her mind?
"Well, it would have to be someone I trust. Also from Alya's perspective surely it would be the least suspicious. I mean, you and Adrien are friends and stuff like this happens naturally all the time between friends." He attempted to bluff his reasoning.
"I- I don't know..."
"Something wrong with him?"
"Oh no! Absolutely not! Adrien is wonderful! It's just, he's my friend and all, but I have trouble talking to him. I doubt I'd be able to ask him out in a way that will convince him to say yes." She rambled. He really wished that in his civilian life, he was close enough to her for her to not have to keep up her shy persona. He tried not to let where he came from be intimidating but he guessed there was only so much he could do.
"You've told me about how awkward you can be, but honestly I think you've gotten a lot better. These days I can't imagine anyone telling you no. Trust me princess, this cat is in the bag." He reassured with a wink.
