Accidental Cuddling

As Marinette started to wake up all her mind could comprehend was warm and heavy. Whenever she normally woke up, Marinette felt cold. She had a bad habit of kicking her duvet away as she slept and so she would usually arrive on the conscious plain uncovered and chilly before grumpily grabbing for the edge of her covers and wrapping herself up like a burrito.

Today however, she was pleasantly cosy. Her arms still felt a little cold where they lay across her forehead and pillow but otherwise she was quite comfortable. At least in temperature she was comfortable. However her duvet had remained covering her was her number one mystery, but a close second was why it was multiple times heavier than it usually was. She shifted her leg to try and make herself more comfortable and awoke instantly, eyes snapping open, as it came in contact with another leg which didn't belong to her.

Marinette kept her eyes trained on the ceiling above her bed, desperately clinging to the hope that if she didn't look down, what she suspected couldn't really be happening. Even her spectacular level of denial couldn't avoid it forever though, and she found her head tilting and her eyes slowly moving to glance down at the blonde head of hair resting against her chest.

Although she remained perfectly still, internally Marinette was Freaking Out with capital letters. She remembered Chat not wanting to go home last night and her making a border-line humiliating offer to let him sleep in her bed. She had thought that would be as embarrassing as it would get. Clearly she had simply lacked the imagination necessary to see this chain of events coming.

A rumbling sensation against her lower rib cage took her by surprise and she gasped as Chat's hand, which had been lying against the mattress next to her curled up and around the back of her shoulder to pull her close.

She took stock of the rest of their current position and felt her face gaining more and more heat as she went on. She was lying sprawled out on her back with one leg bent and the other straight and Chat was lying between them, the side of his head using her chest as a pillow as he slept. His other arm was under her, lying tucked into the small of her back and he was honest-to-goodness purring.

She'd had absolutely no idea he could purr before. He'd never done it in the whole time she'd known him as Ladybug and as Marinette and she was certain he'd never mentioned it before. She tried to shift her leg again, to see if she could lever it under him to escape the suggestive position they were settled in, but not only was it difficult and awkward to do, it caused Chat to groan and the vibration against her ribs died. She froze, praying to any deity that would listen that he didn't wake up until she'd found a way to make this less mortifying for them both.

After a few moments of breathless panic, Chat's face relaxed again and he rubbed his cheek against her breast as if fluffing a pillow. She whined quietly, intimately aware that this was the most action she'd ever had with a boy and it was completely and humiliatingly unintentional. She felt the rumbling sensation start up again and this time it was accompanied by a loud purring sound from his throat.

Her arms began to ache from the way they were slung above her head but she was unsure what to do with them now that she had a boy slung across her. Hesitantly, she lifted her right arm above them and brought it down gently to rest on his back, just below his shoulder. His face began to move back and forth against her chest again and his purr intensified.

As she lifted her other arm over his head to rest it on his side, his head lifted off of her chest ever so slightly and pushed into her hand. She didn't dare move her hand away as he rubbed his hair against it until she realised he was still unconscious and all of his movements were still on autopilot. She dropped her hand into his hair fully and he relaxed back onto her chest as she started to gently scratch behind his cat ears. If Marinette had thought his purring was loud until now she was grossly unprepared for the machine gun motor sound which he suddenly produced as she manipulated his hair and ears with her hand.

Marinette suddenly found she was no longer bothered by their intimate position, instead choosing to enjoy Chat's kitty-like behaviour and running her hands along his spine and scratching behind his ears, both human and cat. In return Chat's hands gripped at her shoulder and back tightly and he continued to rub his cheek against her like an affectionate kitten would.

She went to work discovering all the spots he enjoyed being petted and quickly found that the nape of his neck was particularly sensitive, eliciting a cat-like noise of pleasure from him. She giggled at the sound and brought both hands to his shoulders before dragging them up and over his neck and into his hair to scratch. By this point, Marinette had all but forgotten that he wasn't actually an animal at all but a teenage boy, at least until his head turned and instead of continuing to rub his cheek against her, he was rubbing the front of his face into her breasts, his nose dipping into her cleavage.

Marinette squeaked and jumped in place on the bed, startling Chat who slowly lifted his face as if to look at her, eyes starting to blink open.

"Prin...cess?" he asked groggily around his purr and Marinette's self-preservation instincts jumped in to save her from the impending shame.

"What-!? Get off!" she screamed at him, shoving him from between her legs and to the other side of the bed, his purr halting instantly.

Chat just lay there on his side for a second or two, blinking as he tried to put two and two together and work out why he had been shoved so roughly. She could tell the exact moment he realised what had happened and his face and neck flushed scarlet to match her own as he stuttered out a hasty apology.

"Oh mon Dieu. I'm sooo sorry, please don't hate me. I didn't mean to- Oh Dieu, what did I do?" he sputtered.

"I-I don't know what happened exactly," she lied, "I just woke up. You must be...I think you must be a cuddly sleeper."

"What can I do to-"

"Can we just...not talk about it?" she asked, cutting him off.

"Deal," he said swiftly, "I, uh, have to get going anyway. The person looking after me will be looking for me soon."

"Okay," she said in a flat voice, burying her face in her hands in mortification and trying to will down the heat that had bloomed across her face and shoulders. She didn't look up again until she heard her skylight close behind him and worried if she had ruined things between them irreparably by forcing the blame onto her poor kitty.

Day 2: Purring

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