This work features a future married polycule of Adrien, Marinette, and Kagami.
Posted in honor of "Kagami November 2021."
Even in her youth, rising to complete yoga-sessions with her tutors and calisthenics before breakfast, Kagami had adored mornings. Bright and brimming with potential for struggle, for improvement, for growth along proscribed paths, each day began in an explosion of activity as she set about the first items in her increasingly arduous itinerary, embraced with vigor and joy because she and her mother were of one mind, one soul, one family.
Honor, victory, the cool, calm, controlled thrill of a dance as they clashed and she receded, nursing wounds, in duel after duel – some of which actually took place in the courtyard where they fenced once she was old enough to leave behind her juvenile tutors. Once she was worthy of her mother's attention.
Their bonds were of perdurable toughness.
Fitting that Adrien, who weaved around every defense, slipped every knot and bond and noose until you were wrapped up in him, all silken ropes sliding sumptuously against naked skin, was the one to break them.
Mornings became an altogether different form of joy. Lying in bed with the blinds closed, only slivers of somehow... whispery warm yellow sunlight dappling his chest. It murmured to her. Smooth skin stretched taut over muscle, as she luxuriated in the taboo thrill of delay. Of being, rather than doing, soaking in the sun, the flutter of his eyelids, the expansion of his stomach and rippling play of muscles, the sheets kicked off during the night so that their edge lay just above his navel as she trailed a hand down his hip-bones and watched flesh deform under her questing fingertips.
Mornings were for bliss and sharing and safety, and all the better for it.
This morning, surrounded by the balmy fleeciness of pillow, comforter, sunlight leaking through the shades, and the body pressed against her, Kagami took the time to joy in the alien sensation beyond any she could have dreamed as a child. It was beyond measure and comprehension: to expect the first thing that you saw to be a delight and comfort, rather than a challenge.
It was all the little things that made the difference: the subtle repositioning of a body next to hers, mattress creaking, drawing her close; coffee made just as she liked it, black and strong, but replaced by a soothing cup of tea when Adrien realized, almost instinctively, that she needed one; the smell of clean flesh next to hers; the pocket of warmth left by his body, something to slip in to and bathe in when he rose to shower; reading a paper in silence, merely enjoying the reality that a partner, or partners, with you, never having to say anything in order to speak; fired eggs and toast arranged in silly combinations like a smiling face and handed over by a grinning husband; two kisses, one on each cheek.
A million other tiny things, tiny moments, all shared, all elation.
Mornings now were warm, rather than heated.
Most of the time.
Today…
Her own abdominal muscles flinching, a tickle skittering on little cat's feet through her belly, Kagami grunted and ran her tongue over slightly fuzzy teeth, her eyes fluttering open. Normally, she was focused on Adrien, as that was a sight to be admired like a masterworker's sculpture, drunk and savored and breathed in like a well-aged wine from one of their dinner parties.
Now, she focused on herself, pushing off the comforter with some care not to disturb her partner.
Today, morning was itchy.
While a lesser woman might have screamed, Kagami only quirked her head at the sight that awaited her.
Bulging outwards just over her abdominal muscles, the itch growing more intense by the moment, her black, skin-tight tank top had ridden up slightly during the night, leaving a strip of tanned flesh bare just above her ladybug-spotted panty-line (Adrien liked those almost as much as he enjoyed the Chat-Noir pawprint ones).
What on Earth…
Fingers curling under the edge of her sleeping shirt, she steeled herself, and peeled back the thin material, careful not to potentially dislodge the … whatever it was on her belly, only to-
"Marinette?" she asked.
Blinking against the low light that had invaded her dark and safe hidey-hole, Multimouse threw her a sleepy grin.
"W-what are you doing?" Kagami's voice wavered as she held the shirt away from the tiny form, nestled between the divots of her abs, laying right within the central line that split her bulky six-pack.
Little arms were splayed out as if Marinette was on a cross, being crucified not for the world's sins, but for hers, which was quite fitting as many of said sins had involved Kagami's abs. Her button nose, barely visible given her current size, twitched inquisitively as she nuzzled and laid little itching-scratching-adorable pecks to the musculature of her 'bed.'
""Mornin' 'Gami," Multimouse mumbled, eyes slipping closed, before rolling over onto her side.
"Are you sleeping in my abs?" Kagami asked in a characteristic display of phlegmatism and uncharacteristic expression of mental fatuousness, as it was quite clear from the little smear of drool that Multinette had, indeed, been slumbering on her abs. Hunching forward only slightly so that she could roll up the back of her shirt, she exposed all of her toned abdominal flesh, just so that she didn't have to continue to hold up her shirt.
"'Nu," the mouse muttered in a murine mumble. "'drin's too."
It was then that Kagami turned over to observe their husband properly.
A veritable hoard of Multimice had fallen upon him at some point in the night.
One was planted directly on his face, which, somehow, seemed a very comfortable place for her to sit, little pink-and-gray-clad arms clutching at his nose. Several had tucked themselves up along the length of his chest, using pillowy pecs for perfect lumbar support. A pair lay in the grooves created by the vee of his hip-bones, the edges of which were visible as they tucked down into the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs.
And one…
No.
This was a warm and wholesome morning; not a hot one. It should not be spoiled by questions or … other forms of inquisitiveness.
She allowed her eyes to flutter closed, basking in the sensation of a dozen tiny pairs of feet and arms scrambling over her to nestle in the crook of her neck; join their sister in a cuddle pile atop her abs; and - the brazen-adventurous little monster – slide into her tank top by clambering down her collar bone.
Savoring the morning, Kagami decided that she was going to ignore the cheekiest Multimouse.