Chapter 2: Greedy Cat

Description: Chat Noir knocks on Marinette's window when she is naked in the bathroom, except she'd flung her clothes off in the hall and now they're gone!

"Princessss," Chat called in his usual sing-song shamelessly flirtatious way.

Marinette froze in her tracks.

"Tikki can you grab my clothes, I left them in the hall…" she panicked.

The kwami nodded and quickly popped out into the hallway and returned with a confused look on her tiny face.

"They're gone Marinette, your mom must have started the laundry.

"Well, can you sneak into my room and grab some clean clothes?"

"No, he'll see me, Marinette," she whispered back as another knock interrupted them, "just pretend like you just got out of the shower or something!"

Tikki phased through the bathroom wall and into her dollhouse. Marinette groaned and grabbed the closest towel she could find— which of course had to be a paw print themed one— nervously stepping out into the hall toward her room.

"Avert your eyes I'm naked under this," she announced while grumbling towards her dresser.

"Now why would I want to do that," said a suddenly very curious kitty.

"Chat, please. I'm not in the mood today." She aggressively snatched her loosest fitting jeans and an oversized T-shirt from her dresser along with fresh underwear and her comfiest bra, tossing everything on her chaise… where Chat was posing in a very Cleopatra-esque position.

"Does that mean you have been in the mood around me before?" the lanky blonde raised a teasing eyebrow at her while stretching and flexing more muscles than Marinette wished to know existed.

She momentarily turned to face him and glared at his playful nonchalant demeanor.

"You know what I meant."

Chat smiled at her waiting to see what her next move would be.

"Could you… turn around and let me change Chat?"

"Not a problem, Princess," Chat simply rolled onto his stomach face down into the cushions. "So… how was your day?" He was muffled by the cushions but kept his face down for fear of enraging the easily-embarrassed designer.

Marinette struggled to get her loose fitting jeans past her hips.

"Oh um… you know… the usual. My best friend Alya spent her break on vacation in Morocco with her boyfriend and his family. Adrien spent his at home… like me. Our teacher is pregnant again… what about you there haven't been any Akuma attacks lately…" Marinette chose her words carefully, firmly enforcing the "superheroes don't share about their personal lives only their hero lives" rule. It always put her and Chat in uncomfortable positions when they were asked questions they couldn't answer like that.

"Yeah it's been slow lately…" he sighed breezily, "not that that's bad, it's good. Paris is safe and all. It's just… being Chat Noir is really the only time I get to be free and to… well… freely be myself. It's always the only time I get to see Ladybug..." he mumbled the last part sheepishly.

Marinette threw her oversized T-shirt on, hiding her thighs and the soft padding that was her stomach fighting against her tight jeans. For some reason, this feeling wasn't uncomfortable at all to her. It felt like she was getting a nice tight hug.

"Chat, you know you can always come over and see me… even when there are no Akumas. I'll always be here waiting for you," she lightly rubbed his shoulders letting him know it was safe to look.

"And that is why you are my Princess," he gently planted a kiss on her hand.

"Why thank you my knight in magical spandex armor, would you like something to eat? Smells like Papa just set out a fresh batch of chocolate croissants," Marinette licked her lips, already hungry after her massive lunch.

Dammit. She bit her tongue, reminding herself that she was trying to lose weight not gain it.

"Actually a chocolate croissant sounds like just the thing for this afternoon… maybe even some hot cocoa… OOH and if you have some of those little marshmallows that would purrfect and—"

The trapdoor to Marinette's room shut.

"Well someone's in a mood today…" Chat chuckled and laid back on the chaise looking through all of the pictures of himself from different shoots and seasons splattered across her wall. It was so amazing that she still kept all of that up there. Some of the clips were from 5 years ago which led him to be even more confused because the designs were more dated so why save the pictures.

It was a mystery to Chat whenever he walked into her room as Adrien. She'd always scrambled to take the pictures down as fast as she could— which he once told her was ridiculous because there was no shame in loving his fathers work. But then she'd always stammer on like that wasn't the problem.

Suddenly, the aroma of freshly baked croissants, melted chocolate, and hot cocoa filled the atmosphere.

"That smells like purr heaven!"

"That pun was purrty basic, kitty" she giggled as he held the trap door open for her.

He picked up a croissant and took a nibble out of it, and then a bite, and then the whole thing was in his mouth.

"Oh my god, Mari, you have to try one of these!" He picked up a croissant and put it to her lips.

One bite can't hurt, right?

She shrugged her shoulders and took a bite. The mix of buttery goodness and rich thick chocolate hit her tastebuds immediately eliciting a soft moan.

"Mmf… Chat… you're right…"

Before she realized what she was doing she greedily ate the rest of it from his hand. She even licked the chocolate from his clawed finger tips.

At this Chat was blushing uncontrollably, and for once, very very grateful for his mask.

What just happened…

"You want another, Princess?"

Marinette decided today would be a cheat day and she would start her diet tomorrow. She shyly nodded yes and once again she ate from his hand, although this time he did so with the deliberate intention of feeding it to her.

Calm down Adrien, she's just a friend...

"You got some chocolate on your lips there," Chat chuckled, pushing any previous nervousness aside.

"What're you gonna do about it? Hmm?" Marinette too found herself oddly attracted by this whole situation. Something about him feeding her, the satisfying feeling as her gut accepted more sugary sweets, and the lustful admiration in Chat's eyes. She couldn't pinpoint why she felt this way but he looked tantalizing enough that before she knew it her face was dangerously close to his.

"I uhm…"

And then their lips connected, the taste of butter and chocolate lingered on each other's lips.

"Mari…" his eyes widened in shock as he tried to process what was happening.

Before she could even try and stop herself she leaned back in, eyeing his lips while licking her own with desire.

"I want more, Kitty" she whispered, staring up into his peridot eyes.

His jaw dropped.

"I'm sorry, oh god I shouldn't have said anything—"

He cut her off before she could get the wrong idea.

"Naughty girl, why didn't you say something sooner!" Chat looked her up and down finally allowing himself to experience years of pent up lust.

He pulled her back into an embrace, this time pushing his tongue lightly against the open ending of her mouth. His hands roamed from the small of her back to her love handles which felt surprisingly soft. It was the second that he grabbed them that she swatted his hands away.

"Are you okay, Mari? If that was too fast we can slow down, you know…" he looked at her puzzled and concerned.

Her face was beat red and she was hugging herself nervously.

"Umm… no it's not that… it's um…" she mumbled, trailing off like she was struggling to find the right words.

"It's okay Marinette, you don't have to do anything or tell me anything," Chat put a hand on her shoulder and smiled knowing this new aspect of their relationship would have to be put on a rain check. "How about for now, we enjoy these holy pastries while I kick your ass at Mecha Strike 3!"

She shoved him towards her consoles, "Oh you are so on, LadybugLover19!"

They laughed and teased each other and Marinette—of course— ended up beating Chat all night.

Finally when Marinette stretched and yawned, her top riding above her tummy which caused Chat to blush.

"Well, it's getting late, I should probably get going…" he looked away, the heat on his face still lingering. He nimbly hopped to his feet and climbed up to her balcony. She followed with a blanket plopped over her head.

He was about to take off, but she grabbed his tail to stop him.

"Chat…"

He turned around eagerly hoping she'd ask him to stay a bit longer.

"Thank you for spending time with me," she smiled sleepily.

She looked so cute with the blanket draping over her head and that cute smile of hers.

He grinned at the sight, "anything for you, Princess."

End of Chapter 2.