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Her palms are clammy and she can't help the raging pink blush on her cheeks as she clears her throat. He stares at some spot on the floor and his tail twitches anxiously in wait of some starting point to their conversation. She takes a deep breath to steel herself from embarrassment, "So, um, about last night..." she begins.
"I'm so sorry-"
"I wanted to apologize-"
They both chuckle nervously and stop themselves from continuing on simultaneously. "It's not your fault, I'm the one who didn't lock the window." she says.
"No it was my fault! I should have been more courteous and waited outside." he says in protest.
She smiles and looks down at her feet, rolling shyly on her heels, "I suppose we shouldn't try to pin the blame on one person. I'll just say sorry for flashing you last night." she crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously.
He relaxes most visibly at her demeanor. Thank goodness, she wants this awkwardness to be over just as much as he does. "And I'm sorry for intruding." he says, smiling softly, "Not that you have anything to worry about when it comes to your figure..." he adds in a quiet chuckle.
Her eyes widen and she goes stock still, "What?" she squeaks.
'Shit!'
"Uh..uh I mean-"
"Are you saying I have an-" she blushes further and hides behind her bangs, "-an attractive body?"
He bites his lip, "Y-yeah?"
She turns a lovely shade of pink and hugs herself tighter, "Thanks."
"I just made it two times more awkward didn't I?" he chuckles mirthlessly and runs his fingers through his hair.
She responds with a nervous giggle and a nod, "Yeah, yeah you did."
He grimaces and averts his gaze, "Sorry again." he murmurs.
"It's okay."
Oh no...awkward silence. He worries his lip between his teeth and inhales deeply, "So, um, how was your day?" he says in an attempt to start new conversation.
She smiles and stops hugging herself, "It was okay. Not gonna lie, I was stressing out about my embarrassment all day."
He nods and rocks from side to side, "Yeah, me too." he sighs and looks at her purposefully, "Well!" he claps his hands together with a grin, "Seems like that nasty business is over, yeah?"
She starts at the sound of his clap and returns his gaze with a grin of her own, "Heh...yeah. So we can just forget about it...right?"
"Right!" he confirms.
Although in the back of his mind, he wouldn't entirely be against seeing that again. Seriously, does she lift or something? She is fit as hell! And even though he's groped and touched her body before, the lingering temptation to feel the soft curves of her hips bare under a gloveless hand taunts him. She's talking to him about something but he's still somewhat distracted by his vivid memory. He gulps as the memory of her bare chest decides to assault his thoughts as well.
"Chat? You okay, you keep spacing out." she's close now, and his breath hitches when he notices her dangerous proximity.
"I'm pawsitively perfect, Princess." he grins, attempting to steer this visit away from anything more than reconciliation and idle chatter.
She rolls her eyes at his pun and socks him in the shoulder, "You and your puns." she scoffs.
Okay...okay he can't resist the opportunity. His grin widens and he grabs her fist as it retreats to pull her close. "You know you like it." he purrs, touching noses and sliding a finger along her jaw. 'Can't say I didn't try...' he thinks when his mind reminds him of his determination to keep this visit chaste.
She purses her lips in a smile and blushes.
"Ooh...and she doesn't deny it..." he wiggles his brows and pecks her cute nose with a triumphant smirk.
"Chat..." she admonishes with another giggle.
"Do you want to?" he asks.
She blinks, "Want to what?"
"Chat. You know, talk?" he says, nuzzling into her neck again.
She smiles and shrugs, "What would you want to talk about?"
"What do you like?"
"You know what I like." she pulls back with a scoff, "I like designing and sewing and-"
"No, no, I mean..." he gives a scoff of his own, "-what do you do just to be happy, carefree, you know? Not working or anything."
She cocks her head with a slight smile and thinks on that for a moment, "What a strange question, Chat."
He shrugs, "I'm trying to get to know you better. I mean, I know every basic thing about you, but that's about it."
She hums in amusement, "I suppose things like stargazing...or swimming, I know swimming is kind of like work but it relaxes me. Flower gardens...stuff like that."
He grins, "You're a typical girl aren't you?" he teases.
She swats his shoulder, a difficult feat, seeing that he still has her all wrapped up in his arms. "Shut up."
His expression grows serious and his emerald eyes somehow look smoky at those words, "I can think of a few ways to shut me up." he implies as he leans in to capture her lips.
"Marinette? Are you upstairs, sweetie?"
Both teens jump and Chat scrambles to climb out the window. "Go, go!" Marinette hisses, only managing to close the window partially before Sabine starts to ascend the staircase.
He presses a palm to his suddenly wildly-beating heart and climbs up onto the roof, still close enough to hear Marinette speaking to her mother. "-just opening a window, it's pretty stuffy in here tonight." he grins at her petty explanation, and he probably left her with a pretty little blush too.
'Good luck explaining that.'
"Till tomorrow, Princess." he murmurs as he extends his baton and vaults over the rooftops of Paris.
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"Finally!" Plagg yelps as Adrien drops his transformation and then practically falls into the nearest seat with a dopey smile plastered onto his face. "I love Marinette's mother now. I was worried you two were going to get all kissie again." the black kwami shudders as he heads for his stash of cheese.
"It went way better than I thought it would. I'm just glad she forgave me so easily." Adrien sighs.
"Say, Adrien..." Plagg twirls a piece of Camembert between his little paws as he speaks, "-have you thought about revealing yourself to her?"
Adrien goes stiff and blinks, hundreds of horrifying scenarios in which revealing himself leads to disaster flooding his mind. "Uh...n-not really."
Plagg is suddenly in his face with pursed lips, (he didn't even know kwami could do that). "I may not be an expert at human relationships, but I know that whatever you two are trying to have will not work out in the end. Unless she knows your identity, I believe she will grow distant." he explains.
Adrien scratches at the back of his neck uncomfortably, "What makes you think that?"
"Human females tend to want to know everything about their mates-"
Adrien splutters, "P-Plagg! We aren't...mates! Ugh!" the boy blushes and buries his face in his hands with a groan.
"Alright, partner, they like to know everything about their partner. Better?" Plagg rolls his eyes.
Adrien nods into his hands. "Much."
"I just don't know why you human's go through all this preparation, for a kwami we simply pick the one we work well with and stick by them." Plagg lands on the coffee table and starts licking his paws, using them to wipe his fur down.
"It's complicated, Plagg. Human's aren't like kwami. We like to make sure our potential partners are actually the right ones for us." Adrien explains half-heartedly.
"I think it's silly." Plagg says with a shrug, "But I know it's the way your species works, so I suppose I can't judge you for it."
"Gee thanks."
"Just don't get all mushy in the suit. There is such a thing as a blindfold." Plagg says admonishingly.
"I didn't even kiss her tonight!"
"Yes you did."
"On the nose! That doesn't count."
"You almost got her lips, thank Sabine you didn't. And how was I supposed to know the nose doesn't count?"
"Plagg..."
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"Marinette?"
The teen in question hums as her mother's familiar voice reaches through her sleep and urges her into consciousness. "Mornin'..." she mumbles.
"Mari..." Sabine shakes her lightly by the shoulder, "Honey, I need to talk to you."
Marinette's eyes are open within a split second of registering those words, and a cold wave of fear over what the subject could be rushes through her. Did she find out she was Ladybug? Or, or maybe she found out that Chat is visiting at night? Oh God, oh God! "A-about what?"
Sabine smiles, "Relax, Mari. You aren't in trouble." she assures, "But I just wanted to make sure you were safe, because Alya mentioned you were seeing a boy."
'What?!'
"Wha...why did she say that?" Marinette sits up with a strangled gasp.
"She's concerned about you. She says you won't tell her who the boy is, and it makes her worry." Sabine explains, then looks down at the floor sadly, "It makes me worry too, Marinette."
Marinette looks down at her fingers and messes with her nail in an attempt to keep herself composed. She can't really blame Alya, it would concern her if her friend wouldn't say the name of the boy they were supposedly seeing too. She's honestly already worried, not knowing who Chat is. But she does know, thanks to her alter-ego, that Chat goes to her school, that's reassuring at least.
"If I asked you who this boy was, would you tell me?" Sabine asks.
Marinette looks up to meet her mother's gaze and purses her lips, "I-" she begins, heart racing for an explanation that would appease her, yet not reveal the fact that a superhero is kind-of dating her daughter. "-he goes to my school." she says.
Sabine hums, "Then how come Alya doesn't know who he is?"
Marinette chews at the inside of her cheek and frowns, "Mom...I...I don't know how to say it."
"Say what?" Sabine takes her hand and gently strokes it with her thumb, "You know you can tell me anything, right? I promise I won't get mad."
Marinette gulps, "Well, I...for the past few months, I've been talking to him, and just recently, a few days ago, we started getting serious." she begins. It sounds less scandalous that way.
"And what does 'serious' define? You are being safe, right? Can you tell me who he is, sweetie?" Sabine prods, obviously concerned over the strange secrecy her daughter is practicing.
"Mom...we didn't do anything. We just kissed." she murmurs.
"Kissing leads to-"
"NO! Don't go there!" Marinette interrupts in a squeal. "I wouldn't let that happen, not yet." she adds. "And I...I'd have to...prepare myself to tell you." she says, "I'm kind of at my wits-end trying to process everything myself. Can I, I don't know, have some time? A few days...and then I'll tell you."
Sabine sits back with a thoughtful sigh, placing her daughter's hand back down and patting it gently, "I suppose so, but I won't forget about this matter, dear. I hope you don't either."
Marinette shakes her head earnestly, "I promise, I'll tell you in a few days."
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Ladybug ducks as a (no doubt) deadly projectile flies towards her, narrowly missing her face by inches. It appears to have been a wrench, the akumatized man in question also appearing to be a mechanic. Who seems to be spouting nonsense about how he knows the right way to fix a car or whatnot. Honestly, she thinks people are far too easily akumatized nowadays, for sometimes the silliest things.
"Sorry I'm late to the party, M'lady." she smirks as her partner in crime-fighting lands beside her with that cheeky grin he always has.
She has a hard time not blushing around him now, "What kept you, Chaton?" she says as she swings her yoyo and knocks the next harmful projectile out of the air.
"Gah, I can't think of a witty response!" he chuckles as he jumps in front of her and spins his baton.
"I think his akuma is in that tool he's holding." she points out.
"Meowvellous! Now go get it Bugaboo, I'll distract him." Chat looks over his shoulder with a wink and bounds off towards the enemy.
She tosses her yoyo in the air, crying: "Lucky Charm!" as she does so. "Gosh...that ability is so random." she mutters at the object in her hand as she looks around for ways to use it.
It doesn't take long to retrieve what ends up being a pair of pliers. She breaks the object over her knee and proceeds to catch the dreaded purple butterfly, releasing the purified creature seconds later. Repeating her signature: "Bye, bye, little butterfly." as it flies away, followed by tossing the Lucky Charm into the air and calling out: "Miraculous Ladybug!"
He comes up to her for the fist-bump and grins triumphantly, "Well done, Bugaboo."
"You did a great job today too, Chat." she smiles, "But I'm afraid I can't stay, as you can probably tell." she refers to the beeping of her miraculous, "Bye, Chaton!" she says as she swings away.
She hears his faint goodbye and looks over her should to watch him vault away over the rooftops. She detransforms just as her feet hit the terrace of her bedroom and she slouches against the wall with a sigh. Her hand goes to her arm and she rubs at it with a grimace. One of those wrenches managed to clip her arm during the fight. "Oh I'm so sorry, Marinette!" Tikki exclaims as the girl rolls up her sleeve to reveal the hideous cut and bruise. "It should have healed..."
Marinette waves her hand dismissively, "It's fine, Tikki, really. I've had my fair share of them. Sometimes the Lucky Charm doesn't heal them, sometimes it does." she says, gingerly poking and prodding the tender skin as she examines it.
Tikki frowns, "That's not right! It should heal it every time!" she says as she follows her owner down into her bedroom.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it's just cause I'm the hero and stuff so it doesn't focus on me as much." Marinette excuses, moving to her bathroom to clean the arm. She cringes as she runs cool water over the injury, and hisses at the stinging of the rubbing alcohol when she dabs it into the cut.
Tikki hands her the antibiotic cream and sighs in defeat, "I know that's not the case, but I won't bug you about it. I'll just try to figure out why it doesn't work on you sometimes." she says.
"Thanks, Tikki." Marinette smiles as she gently wraps the injury in the bandage from her first aid kit. "There! It'll be all better in a couple days, no worries." she says with a satisfied grunt as she stretches her arms up above her head on the way out of the bathroom.
"Let us hope so." Tikki murmurs.
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"Could arithmetic possibly be more boring?" Alya groans as they walk out of their final class for the day.
Marinette chuckles, "I think there's plenty of room for more boredom in any school subject. Especially in mathematic areas." she opens her locker and retrieves her backpack to stuff her (dreaded) homework into.
Alya does the same, sighing in despair over it, "I'll try to come over later, we'll do our physics homework together, okay?"
Marinette nods, shuffling through her locker absentmindedly. "Okay, I'll see you then, around seven?"
"Seven-thirty! Give or take ten minutes!" Alya calls as she runs out of the locker room.
"Got it...hopefully I can get her to leave before Kitty comes over." she mutters to herself as she closes her locker. She turns to walk away with a deep, contented sigh.
"Augh!"
White, hot pain pulses through her arm and she drops everything she was holding to clutch at it and breath through her clenched teeth.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Marinette."
She looks up at the boy she bumped into and nearly yelps, "A-Adrien?!" she quietly murmurs.
Now he wasn't intending to run into her today, but it so happened he was walking to his locker at the same time she turned away from hers and began walking directly into him. He doesn't think he bumped her too hard, but noticing how she clutches her arm and hisses with each breath is troubling. "Are you okay? What's wrong with your arm? Did I do that?" he asks.
She shakes her head, "No, no! It wasn't you, it happened yesterday." she says.
Yesterday...the akuma...where was she? Was she nearby? "Where did you get it? Can I see?" he asks, unable to help the anxiety in his voice as he gently grasps her arm and pulls her sleeve up so he can examine her bandage-work. The slight amount of crimson seeping through the linen only intensifies his worry.
"It's fine! I was just in the vicinity when that akuma attacked yesterday. It's really nothing." she says desperately as he unwraps her handiwork.
"Marinette, what on earth were you doing there?" he mutters under his breath, examining the angry bruising and the short (but somewhat deep) cut marring her porcelain skin.
She gulps audibly, "There was a-a fabric shop close by and I was walking away when the...the akuma attacked."
His brows furrow in thought, he hadn't seen her. How could he not have seen her nearby? Why wasn't he paying attention to make sure nobody got hurt? Why didn't Ladybug's miraculous fix this? He frowns deeply, disappointed in himself, and helps her cover the wound back up. "I'm sorry...I was concerned." he murmurs.
She feels somewhat surprised at his sorrowful expression, "I'm fine, Adrien." she assures, "Really I am."
He gives her a hesitant smile, "I'll, uh...let you be, just promise you'll see the school nurse, okay?" he says as he backs up to leave.
"Okay?" she says in confusion, "Adrien?" she adds as he practically runs from the room.
"Adrien?" she murmurs. He looked really upset. Why did he look so upset?
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He braces his hands on either side of the sink in the bathroom, panting heavily in both anger and fear. He can't believe he hasn't even thought about it before! What if Marinette had been injured in other akuma attacks, and he never realized? "Why didn't I notice her?" he asks himself, gritting his teeth.
"Adrien, calm down." Plagg peeks out from his shirt pocket, face twisted in concern over the boy's troubles.
"She was hurt, Plagg." he says, lip trembling and eyes starting to water, "She was hurt, and I didn't notice she was even there!"
"You were busy!" the kwami hovers in front of his face to attempt to placate him, "I'm sure she understands that. And you couldn't have known she was there, it probably happened before you even arrived!"
Adrien shakes his head and let's it hang dejectedly. What will he do if she's injured next time? What if she's injured worse than a tiny cut next time? Or worse, what if she's akumatized next time?
"Adrien, I think you should sit down." Plagg murmurs, "You're pretty pale."
At that Adrien looks at himself in the mirror and notices that his kwami is right, all the color has drained from his face. And he feels his breath quicken, "Yeah." he mutters, "I think I should." he sinks down to the floor and starts to hyperventilate. A panic attack, he's had them before. During the start of his modeling career they were practically the norm every other day.
Plagg, however, hasn't witnessed them from the boy before, so he is justly concerned, "Just breathe, Adrien. Everything is okay. It's going to be fine." he assures, most uncomfortably. Although stepping outside his comfort zone isn't something he likes to do, his concern is most definitely outweighing his dislike for such actions like comforting his owner in this circumstance. Adrien isn't so sure it will be okay, and his anxiety attack lasts for a full five minutes. His only thoughts being of all the possible worse-case-scenarios when it comes to Marinette.
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Sitting on the Eiffel Tower while he waits for Ladybug is agonizing. He has a few choice words to say to her, asking why her powers didn't heal Marinette is at the top of his list. After his panic attack earlier, he doesn't think he'll be able to handle it if anything worse happens to Marinette. He doesn't want to feel so angry over this, but he can't help himself. Even now he's still a little short of breath. "Calm down...I'm sure there's a rational explanation...you're overreacting." he breathes, pressing his palm to his chest and inhaling deeply.
"Chat?"
He jumps and turns to face her, trying to keep his expression neutral, "Ladybug." he says curtly.
At that she seems to hesitate, her brow furrowing in concern, "Are you alright, Chaton?"
He turns away and grits his teeth, "Ask me after patrol." he says, unable to stop the trembling of his voice and body as he vaults off. He can't talk to her now, patrol will no-doubt end up cancelled if he does. The safety of Paris comes first. 'Marinette's safety...' his mind adds. And he pours his heart and soul into this patrol, trying to vent his frustrations and cool off as he goes along to the Notre Dame.
He doesn't want to blow his top with Ladybug, he knows she's only ever been concerned for Paris. She always does her job thoroughly. But he fears he may just vent some of his frustrations on her despite his determination not to.
He paces when he lands on the cathedral, faux tail and ears twitching in his irritation as he tries to calm himself a little further before her arrival. A little voice in the back of his mind tells him to relax, and he nods, knowing it's probably Plagg trying to speak to him.
"Um, Chat?"
He inhales sharply, all those supposedly quelled feelings already coming back to him in that split second.
"Chat? What's wrong?" her hand gently touches his shoulder, and he is ashamed over the fact that he jerks away and walks a few feet with his arms crossed.
"What's wrong with your powers is the real question." he says.
He can practically see her jaw drop and her eyes shift in uncertainty. "Wha-what?"
"Why didn't it heal Marinette?" he turns to face her, hands moving to fist at his sides. "Isn't your miraculous supposed to fix everything?"
"W-well yeah it is! But...but..." her voice trails off, and her face becomes eerily unreadable, "Chat...who told you Marinette was injured?"
He pauses...he knows she doesn't want him to reveal himself, and he also knows Marinette is a friend of hers. He has to be subtle, "I-a friend of mine at school, he found out about it...and he told me."
She blinks and seems to process the information, nodding slowly, "Chat, I...I don't know what to say. It doesn't...work...sometimes? I mean, I've been injured before and it didn't heal me a few times. It's not often! But it still happens. And-" she stops to breathe, "-I know that's not any comfort, I...I can see how much she means to you." He turns away as she speaks, so she won't see his eyes water, and so he won't be tempted to say anything to make it worse. "I talked to her though, and she said she was fine."
"Marinette talks to you?" he murmurs.
"Well, yeah, but she doesn't know it's me...I just go to the same school as her, and you too I guess." Ladybug chuckles nervously.
"Ladybug...I know it's not your fault. It's just-" he says through grit teeth, inhaling deeply and exhaling a shuddering breath, "-I'm terrified."
"T-terrified?" she stutters, in a somewhat familiar way, but he's too caught up in his emotions to care.
"I just realized today how vulnerable she is, and how close she possibly was to maybe even dying yesterday. What if she had been injured worse than that? What if she needed a hospital? She was hurt, and I didn't even know she was there!" he practically yells, lost in his emotional rant. Too lost to notice his partner as one, single tear slides from her touched, shocked sapphire eyes. "What if I lose her?" he murmurs.
"Chat..."
"I won't let that happen. I'm never going to let her get hurt again. From now on I'm going to make sure she's safe whenever an akuma attacks...I won't let her out of my sight if I have to. I don't want to seem like I'm demanding anything from you, but I do hope you'll help me with that." he discreetly wipes at his eyes. Though she's certainly noticed his tears despite his turned back.
"Ah...of course, Chat." she gulps. "I'll do my best. And I'm, really truly sorry." she looks down at the floor and exhales shakily.
He runs a hand through his hair and turns around to face her, he looks somewhat guilty over the matter. "I'm sorry for being so blunt, I just...I can't let this happen again."
She smiles half-heartedly, "I understand." she murmurs.
"Um...since patrol is over...I'm going to go check on her." he says as he walks to the edge of the cathedral.
"Right." she whispers as she watches him go. As soon as he's out of sight she let's herself break down. He was practically blaming her for her own injuries. She lets her transformation drop and hugs herself as she sits on the cold roof and cries.
"Mari...he doesn't know." Tikki shushes her.
"I should have been more careful, what if he finds out I'm Ladybug? Before I'm ready? I didn't expect him to be so upset, he...he was crying, I could see it." she sniffles. "I can't believe Adrien told him...who is he?" she adds, asking herself rather than her kwami.
Tikki hesitates, if she was suspicious before, she's positively certain now of Chat's identity. She's not certain she should keep her revelation a secret from her owner much longer. "He cares about you, Marinette. It's only natural that he's angry." Tikki moves to tug a tissue from her handbag, handing it to the distraught girl. "You do know he's definitely going to beat you home now, right?"
"I'll just pretend I'm not home yet, he can wait a few minutes." she says as she wipes her eyes again.
Tikki smiles and pats her cheek, "Should we go buy an excuse? Like that one pink fabric you've been eyeing?"
Marinette nods, "Yeah, yeah that sounds good."
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She hesitantly opens the door and greets her mom, knowing she's going to fawn over her again because of the damned wound on her arm. She kept her promise to Adrien, after all. And the school nurse told her parents, of course. The only good thing to come of this whole incident is the fact that her mother seems to have put her promise on the back burner for now.
She manages to get into her room for some alone time, knowing her Kitty is probably waiting at the window. She steels herself and sets the bolt of fabric down on her chaise. She turns on the light to show she's home, and then she sits at her desk and pulls up a book to give the impression that she doesn't know he's waiting for her.
There's the knocking.
She stands and opens her window, "Hey, Kitty!" she says with a smile, inviting him inside. Only to promptly yelp in surprise when he pulls her in for a tight hug, nuzzling his nose into her neck just like last time he was here. Only this time it's more solemn, less playful. "Chat?" she bites her lip as she keeps up pretenses, it's painful to have to do this. Acting like she isn't Ladybug is starting to become difficult. And hazardous. If he really is going to be as protective of her as he says, she may have to reveal herself sooner than she thought. For the sake of Paris that is.
"I'm sorry...I was worried." he says as he pulls back, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as his smile comes back.
"Worried?" she says in mock surprise, although she hopes he can't tell.
"I...well, a friend of mine told me you were hurt." he purses his lip and gently trails his hand down her injured arm.
"You know Adrien?" she asks.
He ducks his head and nods, "Yeah, I kind of go to the same school as you."
"You do?!" she gasps.
"Yeah."
She smirks and tweaks the golden bell on his collar, "You know...I'm totally gonna figure out who you are now, right?"
He raises a brow, "How's that?"
"Simple, I'll just watch and see who disappears when akumas attack." she shrugs. Seeing his widening eyes and surprised expression makes her double over laughing. And seeing as she's still in his arms she ends up with a face full of leather. She chuckles and sighs into the suit and tightens her hold on him.
"Marinette?" he begins, voice solemn again.
She hums in acknowledgment.
"Can you promise me something? Something important." he asks.
"I should know what it is first." she mutters into his chest.
He nods against her shoulder, "Promise me you'll stay away from akumas?" he sounds as though he's pleading, and she pulls back to observe his frown. "Please? I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt again."
She goes silent, contemplating what she should say in her head. She knows, internally, that this is a promise she can never keep, but he doesn't have to know that...not yet. "I promise I won't go anywhere near an akuma." she mentally cringes at the lie, but seeing his relieved smile is worth it.
He cups her face in his hands and sighs, "Thank you, Princess." he murmurs before he kisses her lightly.
She keeps him there when he moves to pull away, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth. Her fingers trail through his messy, blonde locks and he starts purring. That makes her smirk into the kiss and bite a little harder. He pulls away again, but only to speak against her lips, "I was hoping you'd do this." he recaptures her lips, and she loses her balance when he presses forward.
She giggles when her backside hits the mattress, and he follows her shortly, hovering in a way that's both menacing and playful. She slips a finger under his collar and tugs him back to her lips, moaning when his hands move to grasp her hips. He breaks away to caress her jawline, stopping by her ear to nip and tug at the lobe mischievously. "Chat!" she admonishes in amusement and pushes his shoulders half-heartedly.
He begins rubbing circles with his thumbs on either of her hips, and she hums in delight at the sensual massage.
*Ring!*
"Good grief!" she groans when he pauses his ministrations. She carefully reaches around him to grab her phone on the nightstand. "Oh...its seven-thirty already...Alya says she's coming..in five minutes?!" she pushes him off of her in order to run to the bathroom and check her appearance. "U-uh..uh, Chat? Chat I think you should go." she says as she comes back.
"I understand, all too well." he chuckles, moving to grab her hand and press a soft kiss to the back of it, "Until next time, Princess." he purrs.
"Save the flirting until then, Kitty." she teases, "Now seriously, go, go!" she pushes him towards the window.
"I'm going!" he laughs, leaping from the window in far better spirits than he had been when he entered.
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A.N.
Mini angst train! I dunno if it's over yet tho. CX
