This one was written for a prompt submitted by a follower on tumblr.
Prompt: Floofy-eared Chat Blanc... Mari is asleep in his bed... he's wide awake watching her sleep... her smell is just intoxicating to him... and all these fluffy, sweet scenarios keep running through his head... at first he hates it... but the scenarios begin to sound better and better.
Something startled Chat Blanc from a very restful sleep. He jerked up, ears swiveling wildly in every direction, wild eyes searching the confines of his studio apartment.
He'd thought that for a fraction of a second he saw something red zipping around his miniature fridge. But when he narrowed his pupils to focus on that area...
Nothing. Just the empty stillness of an abandoned building, and its creaky old pipes.
Outside the city continued to thrive, with its chatter and cars, the usual city din. Somewhere several floors down, rats scurried. He only heard them occasionally because they never dared to get close to his apartment. His scent covering everything on his floor, warning them to stay far far away.
He tried shifting to get a better view of his surroundings, but something mumbled a protest and tugged at the bell on his chest. Finally Chat took notice of the weight in his lap and across much of his chest.
His head cocked down, blown pupils fixating on the woman sound asleep on his bed. In his bed. On him.
Large fluffy ears swiveled forward, suddenly fascinated in her even breathing, and sleepy murmurs. Moments passed spent simply listening to her, and finally Chat's own breathing calmed. His muscles relaxed bit by bit until he was reclining comfortably against the head board of his bed again.
"Hey," he prodded, shifting muscles beneath her in an attempt to rouse her. "You shouldn't be here." Chat attempted to peel her away, pushing her hand from his bell. "It's time to go."
Marinette moaned and tightened her grip, snuggling deeper against him.
Fuck, she was cute.
Chat's head thumped back against the headboard, and he expelled a hard sigh.
"You're not cute," he argued at the ceiling. "You're annoying and pesky. A relentless little mouse with a tenacious spirit who won't stop invading my nest."
"Mmmm."
"Don't 'mmmm' me. You're exhausting."
She didn't respond, clearly still asleep despite her murmurings.
Chat took a sharp inhale and the length of his tail lifted off the bed, the nuances of the scents in the air causing it to curl.
He took another breath, lifted his head and sniffed in Marinette's direction.
A pause.
Chat suddenly stuffed his nose into her hair, and took a long inhale.
Thoughts scattered, and a thrill of excitement arced down his spine into his tail, causing it to whip and slap the top of the bed.
The sudden whap noise was enough to startle him form the spell, and Chat recoiled away from her hair. He gave a snort to clear the scents from his nose, blinking away his blown pupils in an attempt to compose himself.
"You don't smell that good," he insisted to no one, and had to turn his head off to the side.
Despite his declaration he attempted to not breathe through his nose. Then tried to bury his face in a nearby pillow, but her scent had pervaded that as well. Finally he thumped his head against the headboard again.
"See, this is why I don't want you sitting on my nest. Everything stinks of you now."
Marinette stretched a bit, and he thought she'd woken up until she snuggled back against him, her thigh settling between his legs. The friction caused him to seize up and dig his claws into the bedding.
Nope. Chat panted through clenched teeth, trying to control his sudden spiking heart rate. No. no. Nope. She shifted in his lap again, and Chat had to suppress a growl. Nopenopenope.
It's because I just woke up. That's all this is.
He took another stuttering breath and cursed her smell tainting all the air in the apartment.
Her scent does not turn you on. She's not cute, you do not want to entwine yourself around her like pocket full of headphone chords.
Chat began kneading the blankets in an attempt to calm himself, and to distract his traitorous hands. His eyes wandered down her backside before he forced himself to stare at the ceiling again.
You do not want to knead her ass. This problem is not because of her. It's very early morning and you probably need to pee, that's all this is.
Without permission the memory of when Marinette nearly kissed him resurfaced. It was a memory he'd spent many nights lying wide awake meticulously dissecting. Now it was haunting him with a vengeance, until all he wanted to do was pin Marinette to the bed and ravish her mouth.
Find out what that kiss would actually feel like. Find out what she actually tasted like.
Hear the way she mewled beneath him and against his lips.
And why shouldn't he? Chat's ears perked forward. His nose scented the air again, eyes losing focus, and this time his mouth parted like a cat's when it smelled something it very much liked.
Why can't I kiss her? What's stopping me? She clearly likes me. Touching, petting, she could be petting me. Or I could be petting her, his mind mused. His thoughts swam like someone had overturned a bucket of fantasies in his head.
"Chat?" Marinette's sleepy voice disrupted his thoughts. "Are you alright?"
Chat Blanc snapped his mouth shut immediately, and tried to blink away his blown pupils. "I'm f-fine," but his voiced came out much rougher than usual.
"You were panting really loud, are you sure?" She still sounded pretty groggy, but there was honest concern there.
"Yes," he growled, finally managing to reign in the all the traitorous emotions that had overtaken him before. "I'm just hot. It's fucking hot in here—get off of me! Go lay on someone else you annoying woman." Chat dumped her off his lap and lurched up from the mattress. He staggered from the bed and had to stop himself from cupping his crotch.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a shower," he snapped. "Mind your own business."