Chapter 10: Burglar Marinette Chapter by beccalovesyuge
Summary:
She was a thief. She had stolen something of his and as a hero of Paris, he should, in every right, stop her.
She was a thief. She had stolen something of his and as a hero of Paris, he should, in every right, stop her. He should make her return it.
Doing so would force him to admit that it had been stolen without his knowledge in the first place. Chat Noir would have to tell Ladybug. His Lady would no doubt laugh at him for loosing something so precious. She would not even lift a finger to help him. Ladybug would applaud this civilian girl for a job well done. She might even grant her a Miraculous next time the opportunity arose.
No, he decided rather quickly. He did not want Marinette to have a Miraculous. Chat Noir absolutely did not want Marinette in the battlefield at all, regardless of a magical suit and weapon.
Chat Noir's arms tightened around the girl sleeping on his chest. Marinette snuggled her cheek against his cool leather clad chest while her own arms tightened around his torso before she settled back into her peaceful slumber. She sighed in her sleep and he gazed down at her with such a dopey, lovesick look he was glad Plagg couldn't see him. The kwami would have fodder for days.
He lifted one hand from her waist to delicately caress the skin of her shoulder with his knuckles. The night was hot and Marinette had chosen a white and pink tank top and matching shorts for her nightly attire. He couldn't feel her porcelain skin through his suit, but her body heat kissed against his fingers. Chat wished he could hold Marinette like this without the suit, without the mask. But, she seemed to dislike his other side. Why did she avoid Adrien? If he ever told her the truth, would she hate him?
He tilted his head back against her cotton pillows; his caress still going. His glowing green eyes gazed out her open hatch to the heavens above. Please, he wanted to beg. Don't let her hate him when the truth came out. There was no way he could lose her too.
His fingers stilled and a lump formed in his throat. What if he did lose her? Would he be able to handle that kind of heartbreak a second time? He honestly didn't know if he could.
The girl in his arms stirred and tilted her head back to peer tiredly up at him. "Kitty?" She whispered, her voice hoarse with sleep.
Chat Noir smiled down at her and resumed his caress. She must have felt him tense and even in her sleep, she worried for him. "It's okay, Princess. Go back to sleep," he whispered. He bent his head forward to brush a kiss against her forehead.
Marinette smiled sleepily at him before cuddling against him again. Her breathing evened out within moments.
Chat lay back once more as he pondered his earlier thoughts.
She was a little thief who had stolen his heart from him, from Ladybug. And he was absolutely going to let her get away with her crime.
"I love you, Princess," he whispered before closing his own eyes.