Yesssss, did it.
Not corrected, not long, not anything but did it!
Bear with me :D
"Okay, Chat, I'm completely frozen. I wanna go home."
He pouted as he took her bag from her, also gesturing for her backpack. She was exhausted after the Akuma attack and she had luckily finished all her Christmas presents by now. Chat had come by after recharging and had seen her so he had joined her again.
"But that means I'll have to say goodbye?", he looked at her through kitten eyes and she giggled.
"Well, you can always come to my home with me as long as you haven't got other plans and drink a cocoa with me."
His ears flicked at that and his lips split into a big smile.
"I don't have any other plans and I would love to drink a cocoa with you!", he smirked, "Wanna take the Chat Noir express?"
She laughed at that as she handed him her backpack, shrugging.
"It's faster than walking!", he added
"But a little cold."
"You're faster out of the cold, even if it's gonna be windy.", he winked and she laughed uneasily. Normally she was in charge of swinging across the rooftops. He had carried her a few times before and she had felt uneasy, being so helpless and vulnerable, but he was right.
She would be out of the cold faster.
"Hmmm…", she hummed, "… Fine. The Chat Noir express it is."
He beamed at her and scooped her up in bridal style faster than she could complain.
"Hold on tight, princess.", he purred, then he took off with the help of his baton. Her arms locked around his neck, her backpack on his back and her bag with the presents hanging from his hand on her knee bends. He was careful not to jostle it too much, much to her relief.
Just five minutes later they were at her home and landed on the balcony. She let out a small sigh as she let go of him, standing on her own two feet again.
"You okay?", he asked, obviously worried. She merely nodded, smiling.
"Yeah, of course! Thank you, Chat!"
He grinned and helped her inside, then brushed off his boots and followed her not to make a mess. She smirked at him.
"Can't you take them off?", she asked.
He shrugged, sitting down on her chaise as she began storing away her presents to hide them.
"I actually don't know. I could try?", he questioningly said, maybe even doubting it himself. With a pull, though, his first boot was off and revealed a white sock, something very different than what Marinette had expected.
"Well, seems like it's working!", she slowly replied, staring at his now bootless feet. She had not expected that. And she certainly wanted a suit change. She had to ask Tikki.
"Can you take off your gloves as well?"
He tried and pulled them off, revealing normal human hands, not with claws.
"Huh, cool.", he mumbled, smiling to himself.
"Great! Then you can feel the warmth of the cup!", she grinned, forcing herself not to immediately talk to her Kwami. She didn't want to be reduced to only spandex without pockets or gloves that she could take off.
A few moments later she returned with two cups and they both sat in front of their steaming drink, mini marshmallows swimming in the hot, brown liquid. Marinette smiled as Chat poked at them, obviously unsure.
"Never had marshmallows in your hot chocolate before?", she asked, amused. He shrugged at that, then nodded.
"Yeah. I kinda wonder how it tastes."
She giggled, taking a sip and fishing out a marshmallow at the same time to taste it.
"Just try it. I can't believe you never had a marshmallow in your drink before."
He hummed, slightly frowning.
"Well, my father kinda doesn't allow it. I have a strict diet and, well, marshmallows are a no-go food."
"Good thing your father isn't here, then.", she smirked, internally feeling herself get worked up about this. Chat was skinny enough as he was, he didn't need a diet. Or, well, maybe it was for his health but then he would've declined the marshmallows.
"You'll always get some marshmallows here.", she promised him under her breath as he carefully imitated her in fishing out a marshmallow, eating it.
