For Marichat week 2016. Day 2/7, prompt: Cat suit
Vine referenced is "Owl walks on Catwalk" by Picques
Whether or not it's too tight, leather just looks good.
He's very natural.
Marinette noticed this suddenly while he was in her room, posing with one of her scarves at her request. He moved through the poses effortlessly, automatically. It was a bit weird how he knew all this.
"This is called 'the owl strut.'" He walked to the other side of the room, steps deliberate and hips moving in a provocative way. "Feel the tension . . . turn!" He spun around, eyes wide and claws out. For added effect, he hissed.
"I doubt that's an actual modeling routine," giggled Marinette.
"Same here, but that owl Vine does have an impact. Well I guess that's all the poses I can do with this. Should I move on?" He held up the scarf, asking Marinette's permission. She nodded and he set the scarf down, looking through her trunk for other items to try.
Marinette watched Chat Noir. He was no older than her, she knew that. He was slim, but not so that he looked scrawny. His shoulders were broad and held high. He had muscle from his pectorals to his calves; even his arms were defined. And his leather suit did nothing but accentuate his build.
"You checking meow-t?" he said, curling his arm as he walked towards her. Marinette blinked. With a smirk, Chat put his hands on his hips tilting his head and Marinette blushed.
"No I wasn't!" she stammered. "I-I was thinking about something."
"Yes. While staring really intensely at me." He placed both hands on either side of her, trapping her on the bed. "I saw you lick your lips."
Her face was so red Chat didn't even think it was possible. He laughed, straightening up and twirling his tail. "It's the leather, isn't it?" her glare was all the confirmation he needed.
"I'll make you a new suit. One that isn't too tight on your ass." Marinette opened a new page in her sketchbook, furiously sketching across the paper.
"Well, I doubt I can just change my form. Kinda done deal." He peeked at her sketch, mortified by the baggy form she was drawing. Not only was the design wholly inefficient, he looked like a derpy mascot at a sporting event! "And I'm most definitely not wearing that."
"You'd look adorable!" she said, but stopped sketching anyways. "Well. Is that what you want to try next?"
"Just a sec." He went back to her truck and returned with a pair of black cat ears. He gently slipped them on her head, a grin on his lips. "There! Now we match!" he pointed at his ears.
She shook her head in amusement, leaving the cat ears on. "Get into pose." As he walked away, Marinette watched his form. Yeah, it totally was the leather.