Synopsis: It's hot in Paris; ridiculously so and running around in a Black Cat suit doesn't help. What's a superhero to do? Discovering your suit has a working zipper is a good start even if it drives your lady and purrincess insane! In which Chat Noir discovers some of his abilities can be used for evil.

Notes: Hi all! I'm sorry this is late. The end of the school year is just killer and I got so tired that I wasn't able to write. Now I'm catching up and part of that are the requests for one-shots. Clarisa of AO3, here's yours! I combined the two Chat-strip ideas you gave so I hope this lives up to expectations. Enjoy!

Paris had never been so hot. The news report called it the hottest day on record in the last ten years; the max was 39.7 degrees Celsius. Rationally, it would have been best if everyone stayed indoors but humans, by nature or nurture, who knew, were stubborn. Many Parisians were still going about their daily lives. It was dangerous. However, very few of them actually knew this considering Paris, let alone Europe, had never experienced anything like it before.

Ladybug wiped her brow as the sweat purled on it from her hairline. Chat Noir sat next to her. He downed a bottle of water. She did the same.

"It's too hot my lady," Chat complained. He tried cooling himself down with a fanning paw. It was about as effective as a single ice cube in boiling water. His eyes were hazy. Ladybug eyed him.

"I know I'm bad off but you have to be worse," she noted, "Especially in all black."

"Tell me about it," he grumbled. He turned from the edge of the building, rolling onto the rooftop. The heat radiated off of the black material. It burned the exposed skin on his face which he hoped didn't mean that he was going to have a nasty sunburn later. What a way to be exposed as Paris's hero- a sunburn. He giggled at the thought. Ladybug didn't acknowledge his sounds. She continued to drink her water and attempt to fan herself with her hand. The longer he sat there though, the more the giggles started to rise out of his throat and the need to roll around and attempt to find a cool spot became higher; he felt like he was floating.

The heat was really starting to get to him.

Chat made a silent grumble to his kwami about how the suit was killing him and how he desperately wished that he could at least take off the top part of his outfit to get cool. In his delirium, he tugged at the bell. He was surprised, pleasantly so, when it moved a bit downwards in the direction he desired for it to go. Chat pulled again. It moved again. This wasn't a heat delirium at work. His bell was really moving and so, he tugged it all the way down just to above the belt around his waist. His arms were a little difficult to get out. His skin stuck to the leather-esque material and nearly pulled them inside out. He straightened them though. Another giggle rose out of his throat. He tied the arms around his waist like he'd seen in anime before. There! They were out of the way, his arms were free, and now he was able to feel so much better without the black material suffocating him to death. A happy sigh of relief escaped from his throat.

"Hey LB, hand me the water please." Ladybug, still sitting on the edge of the building, reached next to her and grabbed the water bottle that was his, and tossed it back over her shoulder. He caught it easily. He took large gulps. Some of the water dribbled down the sides of his mouth, subsequently his neck and chest, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. His free hand pushed his hair back off his forehead.

Suddenly there was a strangled sound. The other Parisian hero had turned to say something to her partner (like maybe it was time for them to get a break considering) but it had turned into an inhuman noise when she found him half-naked, drinking water like a model, and, dear god, RIPPED beyond belief. Her face turned as red as her suit. She nearly fell from the rooftop but had the reflexes enough to catch herself.

She wasn't ready.

She didn't think she'd ever would have been ready for something like this.

Chat's ears and tail twitched. He cocked his head to the side as he eyed her, asking, "LB? You alright?"

"It-It-It's nothing Chat," she squeaked. The heat already made her feel dizzy but seeing Chat standing before her, causing feelings she wasn't one hundred percent certain about to stir in her chest, made her even more so. She raised a hand to hide her shocked expression. Quickly she turned back the other way just silently praying that he hadn't noticed her uneasiness. Apparently he didn't. He continued to stand there, waiting for her to say what she was going to say. When it didn't happen, he leaned his head the other way and asked, "LB? What's wrong? Weren't you going to say something?"
Ladybug squeaked again.

Oh.

Dear.

God.

The thought of turning around and seeing him standing like an absolute model next to her made her face flush again so she did the next best thing. She stood on the edge of the building. Grabbing her yo-yo, she flung it off some distance and managed to squeak out, "We-we should go Chat. It's dangerous to stay outside!" Without a look back she disappeared into the city, leaving her partner confused and alone at the top of a building.

Marinette could not believe herself.

She stared at the picture of Adrien on her desk, wishing and hoping and praying that the thought of Chat Noir's half- naked body would just leave her mind. Tikki teased her relentlessly about it since their return. The god of luck found it absolutely hilarious that her chosen was feeling conflicted about seeing her partner's body and for some reason that escaped Marinette, she couldn't get enough of it. Tikki basically rolled.

Marinette stuck her tongue out at her and put the picture of Adrien back in her drawer. She hadn't but any of them back up since the Gamer incident when he'd come to practice playing Mecha Strike with her for the competition. "It's not that funny Tikki," she complained.

"Oh Marinette. I'll explain why it is when you're older."

"I'm fifteen! How is that not old enough?"

"You'll see!" Marinette picked up a little pillow she'd made for her pins and tossed it. Tikki easily dodged it before disappearing out of sight. A soft rapping came from her balcony door. Surprised, she left her desk and climbed to her bed, opening it to reveal one black clad superhero standing on her balcony. She forgot her embarrassment for the moment.

"Chat Noir! What are you still doing out? Didn't you and Ladybug go home some time ago?" He smiled at her sheepishly.

"Well, LB did. I don't really know what happened. She just kind of took off so I thought I would still patrol the city for a bit. However, I seem to have run into a problem..." He pulled out his bottle and shook it upside down for her, revealing that there was no liquid left in it at all. She blinked. "I was wondering if you could spare this alley cat a bowl of water?" Marinette smiled softly at him, standing out of the way.

"Not at all. Come on in. I'll run down stairs and get something for you."

"Many thanks purrincess," he purred. Marinette rolled her eyes but got out of the door way so that Chat could easily slide into her room. He took a seat on the chaise lounge while she went downstairs to get a couple of bottles of water as well as a light snack for the hero upstairs; she was concerned that too long in the heat without food would cause him to faint and reveal himself and then what would she do? It took only a few minutes. A brief explanation to her parents also ensured that they wouldn't be interrupted which she was grateful for. Climbing back into her room, Marinette found Chat laying on the lounge, an arm thrown over his face, eyes closed, him breathing peacefully and even. She gently touched his face. It was warm. Maybe a little too much so. He didn't respond to it so she took one of the bottles of water and laid it on his cheek instead. He jerked but then turned into it, rubbing his face on it like an actual cat. "My thanks again purrincess," he mumbled, accepting the bottle from her. He opened it quickly and drank readily. Marinette went back to her desk to finish the drawing she'd been working on before he'd arrived; a shadow suddenly covered her field of vision and she looked up to find Chat looming over her work.

"Can I help you," she smirked. Chat blinked and blushed a bit before regaining himself.

"Curiosity," he mused, "Nothing more. This cat is satisfied." She rolled her eyes. Chat returned to the lounge and watched her for a moment. He'd never noticed how dedicated and determined she could look as Marinette. After all, usually it was a series of spluttering conversations he got from her as Adrien. When a few minutes rolled by, he finally noted, "You are pawsitively amazing purrincess."
She stopped drawing and turned in her chair to eye him. A giggle rose in her throat. Dear god, why had she thought he was sexy earlier? Now he just looked like a dork, sitting on her lounge, body splayed out in an attempt to get cool and he was sprouting his cheesy cat puns again. "Thanks Chat but your puns still aren't sexy." He frowned.

"My puns are amewsing!"

"Maybe but you'll never get a girl like that."

"Are you pawsitive purrincess?"

She rolled her eyes. "Absolutely. They make you sound like a dork more than anything. You're going to be searching a long time for a girl that finds that sexy."

Chat narrowed his eyes. His tail twitched back and forth as he watched her first smirk and then turn back to her drawing. So his puns weren't sexy uh? He'd see about that. After all, he now had a secret weapon and thanks to LB's reaction earlier (something his poor oblivious brain had only figured out after she'd run off) he knew exactly what to do.

He reached one paw up to his bell.

It ran softly and there was an equally soft -zip- noise that followed.

He watched as Marinette stiffened at her desk. The tips of her ears became bright red as she slowly turned back to face him. The blush was also on her cheeks lightly. Chat tugged again. The zipper went lower. Her bluebell eyes shot immediately to the exposed portion of skin. Oh good. He had her attention. Her face was priceless as he continued to tug, using his training to keep a straight and alluring face as he moved on her lounge at the same time. Her face got redder and redder until he was sure she was going to pass out or have a nose bleed (that happened in animes right?). Chat stood slowly from the lounge, walking over to her. The zipper was as low as it would go. He slid one shoulder off and then the other. One arm then the next, still making his way over to the wide-eyed girl who now had her hands over her mouth to quell the inhuman noise from escaping. She looked around desperately. There was nowhere to escape to.

Chat moved closer.

Marinette rolled back.

He took another step.

She was stopped by her own table.

Now all she could do was look anywhere but at the apparent sex god walking towards her. His body glistened from his sweat. When did he ever have a six pack? That should be illegal. Chat sauntered over to her, placed a hand on either side of her, trapping her in the immediate location.

She squeaked and looked away.

Chat leaned in close to her.

Marinette could feel his warm breath on her skin; could nearly feel the heart beat come from his chest. Or maybe that was her own. Her face was red and warm and she doubted that it could go any higher. Chat smirked but she didn't see it. She felt it. Just as soon as she was sure she was going to pass out, the hero moved to her ear, and teasingly whispered, "So, purrincess, think I'm still not sexy enough?"

She couldn't even answer.

After a few seconds of torture, what felt like forever in her mind, he released her, a soft chuckle coming from his throat. Marinette hesitantly opened one eye to find him redressed and zipping up his suit. He smiled brightly at her. "My job here's done. Thanks for the snack and water purrincess. Cat-ch you later!" Anger rose in Marinette's throat and face. Chat continued to laugh as he climbed to her bed and jumped out onto her balcony and took off before she could catch him. All he heard from behind him was the fading, and distant threat from Marinette that went, "CHAT NOIR! YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN I SEE YOU NEXT!"

He laughed all the way home and into the next day.