I may or may not be evil... mwahahahaha }:)
(ADRIEN/CHAT NOIR'S P.O.V)
"What took you so long, buddy," Flare taunted. The gold flickered in his eyes as his rugged hair blew in the breeze. "While you were off making googly-eyes, I managed to take down the akumatised victim and trap the akuma." Flare pulled a small jar from his satchel. A black butterfly fluttered around, the glowing purple illuminating the jar.
"Hmph, guess I'll go take it to ladybug," Chat retorted. He swiped the jar from Flare's outstretched arm. Flare gave a smirk as Chat leapt off.
"What a jealous little lover boy," Flare sighed, throwing his arms behind his head.
(MARINETTE'S P.O.V.)
"Mama, where's Neron," Marinette called out to her mother.
"He said he went to a friend's house to study," Sabine replied. Out of all people, Neron was particularly stubborn about not studying. Marinette used to help him with countless assignments in primary school. Going somewhere to study just didn't seem like him.
"Did someone leave the window unlocked? Because you've got a Chat burglar," a perky voice chimed from the balcony.
"Chat Noir! You're back already," Marinette's confusion rang out. "Did you bring the akuma"
"Of course, bugaboo," his flirtatious charm snuck out. Marinette softly giggled. Her clumsy kitty stumbled as he jumped off the ladder.
"Don't tell me you're falling for me," Marinette mischievously poked her tongue out. Her heart began to beat a little faster. Chat turned to her and stared deep into her eyes.
"Oh Marinette," he sighed, making his way towards her, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "You already know I have." He placed his thumb and finger on Marinette's chin and tipped it up to his. The gentle rouge covering Marinette's face instantly flushed to that of a red rose. She was in a trance, held captive by those green eyes. Chat gently caressed her lip with his thumb, causing them to part ever so slightly. What was going on? Marinette was in love with Adrien Agreste, but something inside her couldn't help but feel powerless to the hero before her. Was this so wrong? Her eyes began to close as if someone was pulling them down. She felt Chat's hand drop from her chin, and then a heavy, warm weight on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to find her kitty collapsed onto her, burning up with a fever.
"Chat," she exclaimed, "are you okay?" She brushed his hair back as best she could, his head still resting on her. Gently cupping his face, she brought his forehead to her lips. 'Definitely a fever,' she thought. Her lips pressed against the heated area as a mother would.
"I'm...sorry," Chat mumbled, raising his hand to her other shoulder. "Can I...stay for a while? Promise I won't transform." He strained the words out, obviously in pain.
"Of course you can, kitty," Marinette smiled gently. She wrapped her arms around Chat, the cold, thin suit warming to her touch. She made sure her touch was soft, not adding more pressure on Chat's body. One hand fell just to the side of his shoulder blade, the other tangling with his soft, golden hair. She rested her head on top of his, which now faced inwards on top of her collar bone. As Marinette twirled locks of hair between her fingers in a slow, circular motion, a deep purr resonated from Chat's body. She smiled, turning her cheeks a beautiful light blush. Chat's second hand, which had been lying beside Marinette, made its way onto her lower back. The delicate sensation sent tantalising shivers up her spine. What was she feeling? Did she see Chat in another light now? Could she possibly... like Chat?!
"Milady," Chat spoke out, under his breath. "I think I'll be okay to get back to my home." He lifted his head from her shoulder, his blonde locks falling messily over his forehead. Marinette was once again drawn into the emerald sea, making her heart flutter.
"Are you sure," she queried. "Y-you don't have to-"
"I'm sure, princess," he cut her off. He slowly began to stand, trailing the hand that was once on Marinette's shoulder down her arm and to her hand. He held it in his for a moment, before bowing his head down towards it. Marinette watched in awe, bedazzled by his grace. Chat's eyes darted up towards hers, breaking into a cheeky grin. While keeping unwavering eye contact, he placed a kiss on her hand and slunk away into the night.
(ADRIEN/CHAT NOIR'S P.O.V.)
As soon as Adrien entered his room, he collapsed onto the floor.
"Plagg, claws in," his tired voice sighed. 'What a night,' he thought to himself.
"What was that all about," Plagg exclaimed. "First you comfort her, then you leave to get an Akuma, only to come back, flirt, and collapse onto the poor girl!"
"Oh shut it, Plagg," Adrien retorted with a smile. Marinette had such beautiful eyes. And they were shining for him. The real him. Not Adrien Agreste, the model who has to please his father, but Adrien Agreste, the goofy, pun-loving, akuma-fighting boy.
"So...beautiful," his voice trailed off as he drifted off to sleep.
"What am I gonna do with you," Plagg sighed, smiling at the same time. The kwami dragged over a blanket and placed it over the sleeping boy. "Sweet dreams."
AHHHH! Please don't hate me for my evilness in this chapter! I promise it'll be worth it in the end!
Thanks to everyone who's reading this, it means so much to me.
Love to all ︎
~Ash
