A drabble I wrote in response to a tumblr prompt. People send me prompts for more of my Floofy Chat Blanc stories. Please enjoy.
Prompt: His claws glinted, but she knew he would never hurt her.
Rivulets of water ran from his hair, and cold droplets dripped off the tip of his nose.
The pitiful awning he sat under did very little to shield him from the torrential rain, and the steps he slumped against were just as wet as the rest of his surroundings.
A gust of icy wind pelted his pathetic form and a shiver worked its way down his body. Chat Blanc curled his soggy tail over his thigh and attempted to tuck it under his stomach. His arms tightened against his chest, tucking his freezing fingers beneath and attempting to hunker down even smaller.
Alone... Alone and cold... all wet.
Suddenly the rain stopped pelting him, and he felt the presence of someone standing over him.
Chat opened unfocused eyes and looked up at the person intruding on his misery. Concerned bluebell eyes met his own.
"Hey Chat," she gave him a worried smile, and adjusted the large umbrella in her grip. "Whatcha doing out in the rain?"
Chat bared his fangs and hissed at her.
"Oh," confirmed Marinette. "It's one of those feral spells."
She clumsily moved to sit next to him on the steps, her umbrella knocking against the side of the building a couple of times and showering them with a spatter of rain.
Cold!
Chat tensed, his claws glinting in the low light, but she must've known that he would not hurt her. Because even though his wild eyes grew large when she leaned against his side, she didn't so much as flinch.
He loosed a growl from his throat warning her that she shouldn't get too close.
"Oh shush, Chat. You're freezing."
He swallowed the noise. But kept his ears flattened against his skull, almost disappearing into his sopping wet hair.
"This is the umbrella Adrien gave me, so don't you dare ruin it," she warned, lifting a hand to stroke the top of his head.
At the first touch he flinched and he curled up in a tighter ball. The physical contact wasn't unexpected, but his mind was still lost in a scared and defensive snarl. After a few strokes along the top of his head she managed to unearth a soggy cat ear and rub a spot along the inside.
Feels good...
Like magic the tension began to run out of him. Without thinking he pressed his head into her touch.
More... nice...
Marinette gave a soft chuckle, and continued to rub the spot. His favorite spot. The nicest sport she could ever touch. The spot that made him want to crawl in her lap and melt over her legs.
"I've been looking all over for you. I hope you didn't terrorize the city too much today."
"Pprrrmmm..." it was the most coherent thing he could muster.