Found You Princess
It had been a long time since she found herself here, in this bleak and empty Paris. Years maybe. By now she knew she was being watched, being followed. And she knew by who. After all there was only one person here other than her.
"Visiting again my Lady?" She heard a low cackle from the alley behind her. From the darkens she could make out two clod, blue eyes staring at her. "Always a pleasure to have you here." Chat Blanc stepped out of the shadows and bowed low.
"Chat..." Even though Marinette knew this was a dream, that Chat, her Chat was still the funny, thoughtful, slightly mischievous partner and one of her best friends, he would never hurt her. Still something in her gut told her to run and hide.
And so she did.
Chat Blanc laughed maniacally, "Playing cat and mouse hm? I love a good chase." He took off after her.
"Shit. Why am I dreaming about this now?" There was nothing bad happening between her and Chat Noir, things have been relatively calm and her collage classes have been going swimmingly. There was no need for her to dream of Chat Blanc.
Marinette zipped through the empty streets. If only she could transform into Ladybug this would be so much easier. Of course this Chat seemed to know of her secret identity so the element of surprise was out the window.
She ran into a dead end. " Found you Princess. Done already? You gotta give me more of a challenge than that Mari." Chat Blanc leaned against the corner with one hand and twirled the end of his belt with the other, "Come on now. Run." His eyes widened just a little, his fangs flashing from the predatory, animalistic smirk on his face.
It send shivers down Marinette's spine. He'd never looked at her like that before. She truly felt like she was his prey this time. A mouse in a labyrinth.
She ran past him and as she did she caught his eyes tracking her, "That's my girl." That sounded so wrong coming from him when he was like this. Not that Chat Noir ever told her that either, at least not outside of a few wet dreams she had. God those were embarrassing.
Honestly she didn't know which was worse right now.
Luckily for her she wasn't gonna make this easy. She's built up a lot of stamina and muscles over the years of being a Miraculous Holder. Unluckily for her Chat Blanc had the advantage of having both a Miraculous and an Akuma.
She ducked into one alleyway after another, passing familiar shops and empty benches, through the park usually bursting with life and bird songs. It all felt so eerie now.
The door of her family bakery shop came into view and she threw herself inside, the door shutting behind her with a loud slam. It felt good to be in there, where Chat Blanc couldn't see her. Still she took careful steps toward her bedroom, entering with caution. It didn't seem like the window was open. Good.
"You're very predictable." Marinette yelped and turned to find the source of the sound. Her eyes landed on her bed where Char Blanc sat cross-legged, holding one of her pillows against his chest. "I really like your room. Thank you for inviting me in." Chat Blanc looked around with an appreciate eye.
He jumped down, landing on all fours before standing upright and stretching. He walked toward her slowly, appearing to get slightly more menacing with each one he took, his grin getting wider.
Marinette's back hit the wall and she found herself cornered by the white cat once more, only this time he was leaning into her personal space. "Y-You're too close."
"Am I?" He leaned in even closer, his nose softly brushing against her own. "That never seemed to bother you before." Chat leaned in close to her ear, sharp teeth nibbling and his tongue licking over and around. "I missed you Princess." His hands moved from her hips, claws trailing a path up her taunt stomach and cupping her breasts. "Missed touching you, kissing you."
Just what did Chat Blanc think their relationship was? How far did he think they would go? "Hold on, we shouldn't be..." Her words were cut off by his clawed fingers pinching her nipples. He pushed his his between her legs, keeping her legs spread with his thighs. "Chat you need to stop."
"Why? Don't you like it? Hm... maybe you're still dreaming. Let your prince wake you up." His hand grabbed Marinette's chin, making it hard for her to move away from his kiss. Even though she pushed on his shoulders he stood his ground and even moved closer, his body now against hers. "You taste so sweet. I wonder if it's the same here too." He kissed her again, his tongue prying her mouth open as his fingers trailed the edge of her pants.
As his finger started to slide into her pants Marinette found herself opening her legs for him, giving him easy access to her wet panties. It was as if she had no control over her body's desires, not with Chat Blanc's lips and hands on her.
"Did the chase get you wet? How naughty. How sexy. I'll show you what real pleasure is like." He smirked against her cheek and licked a long stripe across her neck. "I love you Marinette. So much. Please. Please stay. Stay with me forever."
Marinette shot up from her bed, breathing heavy, her clothes sticking to her body as she searched the room for any sign of an intruder.
"Marinette?" Tikki was quick to float over to her Holder's side, "Are yo alright? You were squirming and whining in your sleep, I didn't know if I should wake you or..."
"I'm fine Tikki. Thank you but it was just a dream. I'm... I'm gonna go wash my face real quick." Marinette gave Tikki a small pat on the head as she descended into the bathroom downstairs.
She felt better when the cool water hit her skin. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, "It was just a dream. Chat Noir is fine."
"As long as I have you here." The voice sent a shiver down her spine. She jumped and almost slipped, just managing to catch herself on the sink. That was Chat's voice but... there was no one in the bathroom with her.
"Fuck, I think I'm more tired than I thought." She shook her head, she couldn't afford to start going crazy now. She needed sleep, that's all, she was just tired and Chat Blanc was clearly her minds manifestation of stress.
But her Chat Noir was fine. There was nothing to worry about.
Marinette went back upstairs and curled up in her bed, allowing herself to fall asleep once more.
"Good night Princess."
