July of that year has already been claimed as the hottest in century, and this day couldn't be a better proof of it. It was one of these days when the air itself felt too lazy to move. Atmosphere in Marinette's dim room was fortunately colder, but it still managed to render the teenager completely stagnant, lying on the bed, trying to get some rest. Marinette was lolling back and forth, finding a perfect spot for a nap.

Her mind drifted from one topic to another, one of them quickly started to take shape of her classmate, Adrien. Marinette closed her eyes, and clamped her arms around her pillow, imagining what would it feel like to cuddle with her blonde crush. He would be a perfect kisser, no doubt. They both closed their eyes and moved their lips closer, linking them in long, passionate kiss.

Marinette's hand involuntarily dived in between her thighs and slowly started moving back and forth, prompting her dream boyfriend to do more than just kissing. She could feel Adrien's hands roaming her back, trying to topple her to the bed. Their kiss broke and a deep moan escaped Marinette's mouth.

Their lips met again, and the two melted into one, but this time, he was greedier than before, his tongue fiddling and jousting with Marinette's. She briefly felt his hands moving up and down her back, slipping from her waist to her bottom. Marinette jolted, and saw her admirer's frisky emerald eyes, covered with a black, slick mask.

- Chat?!

She opened her eyes only to find the frisky, purple face of her huge cat pillow staring at her judgmentally.

- Go away... - she whispered and rolled to the other side, going back to her fantasy.

But to her disappointment, Adrien was nowhere around. When her fingers moved to her jeans again, she immediately found herself in arms of her masked partner.

- How was that, purrincess?
- Chat, I was with someone else! - she shouted, trying to escape him.
- Was I really that bad? I thought you liked it last night...

She did. For a very short time, that is. When their lips brushed no more than twelve hours ago, Marinette for the first time wanted to bring Chat closer to her. It wasn't a forced kiss, or one that would save the whole Paris. But they were in rush, their Miraculouses were about to run out and that brief contact made Marinette sleepless for the rest of the night, feeling both excited and guilty. Adrien was her only crush... at least until now, and she had no idea what to make out of this. No wonder that Chat appeared here and now.
Before she could realise, her hand has already slipped in her panties and was very quickly substituted by her partner's, boldly caressing her opening with his skillful fingers.
- Yes... - she whispered and before she realised how desperate she sounds, Cat's lips touched her own.
The same familiar yearning from last night came back, but tenfold. Their joined lips were working together, brining back the exciting pleasure she felt when they shared a kiss. With her back pressed to the bed, she clenched her legs around Chat, locking him with her. And at the same moment, a wave of warm, electrifying feeling radiated through her body, culminating in her stomach and finally in-between her legs. Marinette groaned in displeasure when Cat's kiss finally ended, leaving her completely overthrown, with her blouse crumpled and hair in a state of disorder. Recovering from her orgasm, Marinette looked at her smiling masked lover and pressed her lips to his one more time.

But, to her surprise, she did not kiss Chat on his lips.

Marinette opened her eyes and saw her plushie cat's long and thick tail dangling in front of her face.
- Maybe next time, kitty. You deserve a reward as well... - she thought, heading to the bathroom with a mental image of her naked friend in mind.