The dark shadows covered Chat as he crept stealthily across the rooftops of Paris. He had only just finished patrolling the streets, and let out a small sigh which was visible in the night sky. He reached the bakery, and peered through the window. He licked his incisors, glad he had fed prior to the visit. Inside was Marinette.
His jaw dropped.
The moonlight lit her body, her body covered in a black lace dress. The dress had long sleeves and had a long, flowing skirt. Her hair was plaited down her back, and her bluebell eyes were closed, so he saw her long, full lashes.
"You look stunning, Mari." She screamed, turning around.
She looked at him, her mouth parted slightly.
She looked gorgeous.
And he wanted to kiss her, right now.
"Th-thanks, kitty. It's my first time trying- I mean, that's why it looks so-" She stumbled, trying to correct herself, and trying to salvage herself.
"It looks wonderful." He responded as he caught her, leading her to the bed.
"N-no it's not, Chat." She blushed.
"Says who?" He asked her.
"Says me." She responded. He raised an elegant eyebrow and she was crimson in embarrassment, "I'll get changed."
"No." The word was out before he realised it was; his hand was gripping her arm.
Sometimes he didn't enjoy being a vampire, and losing his self-control was a prominent problem. She looked at him, and she lowered her gaze in a shy moment. "I prefer it like this." He answered, and pulled her closer.
God, she was stunning.
He wanted her as his.
"Y- You do?" She asked, and he nodded, his own cheeks a light pink.
"Yes, I do."
"Aw..."
"Can I kiss you?" He asked, suddenly. She smiled, blushing. After four hundred and twenty visits from him, she'd realised her feelings a lot sooner than he apparently had. She blushed more.
"I'd like that." She responded as he cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers. She clung to his suit, her lips soft and pink, and he loved her for it. Screw biting her and sucking the blood from her veins, he was glad that she was here, holding him close to her chest. Screw the unneeded war that was going on. He was going to take her to his castle in the deepest Parisian tunnels, and he'd protect her. Not now, maybe not in a few weeks, but soon.
And she'd love him for it.