Marinette's POV

I spent the day in and out of sleep, texting Adrien when I was awake. Apparently, he had multiple photo shoots today. My parents have been bringing me everything I need, including food. The only time I actually have to leave my bed is when I need to use the bathroom.

I had just finished my dinner when I heard my balcony door open. I look up from the movie I'm watching, surrounded by blankets with a heat pad on my stomach.

"Hey, Kitty," I say softly, giving him a small smile.

"How are you feeling, Purrincess? Adrien couldn't escape his cage tonight, so he asked me to come check up on you." He climbs down onto my bed, careful not to jostle me much.

"Well, my stomach is killing me, but otherwise I'm alright. There hasn't been too much pain because of the meds, but when it does hit, I tend to use the heat more than ice." When he glares at me, I'm quick to add on to my statement. "I know ice is better for the bruise, but I heal quickly, and ice is cold." I pout, hoping to ease his annoyance.

He captures my lips in his, giving me that kiss I meant to grab last night before everything went wrong. I smile against him, causing him to do the same.

As we separate, he asks, "So what are we watching?"

"Adrien brought some movies over last night, but we only got through part of one. I would have watched them today, but I didn't know if one of you would be over tonight. That, and I spent most of my day sleeping. I just started Moana when you got here."

He pushes the portable player farther down my legs and places his head on my lap, careful not to touch my stomach. As we watch the movie, I play with his hair, causing him to purr against me.

If I'm being honest, I didn't make it past "You're Welcome" before I fell asleep. Between the heat pad and his purring, I was too relaxed.

I wake up around 4am, needing to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, that means moving AND waking up Cat Noir, who fell asleep on my lap. I don't want to do either of those, but my bladder insists. Thankfully, Cat seems to wake up when I do.

"Mari? Wh—" pause for yawn, "What time is it?"

"Around 4. C-could you…?"

"Can I what?" he asks, sitting up.

"Can you help me to the bathroom?" I ask looking away, blushing. I hear a chuckle before I feel him scoop me up. I whimper minimally, and he frantically apologizes. I brush him off, saying it would be worse if he wasn't here.

After relieving myself, he helps me up to my bed, but doesn't curl up again. I pout.

"Sorry, Purrincess. I need to get home before they notice I was gone."

"Okay…." I'm still pouting, so he leans in and presses a long, deep kiss to my lips, leaving me dazed so he can escape.

Stupid Cat.

Sunday is spent much the same as the day before, Cat Noir joining me once it gets late enough. I pull his zipper down so I can lay on his chest uninhibited. He's purring as I lazily trace patters on his abs. I shift slightly, then notice his boner where my leg was previously sprawled across him.

He stops purring.

"Marinette…" I can't tell whether he's trying to warn me away from doing something or is begging for me to.

I reach out and palm him through his suit, causing a mewl of need to escape his lips as his hips buck.

"Marinette." He growls my name through gritted teeth. I look up at him innocently as I continue to palm him.

"Yes, kitty?"

"T-The doctor said n-no strenuous activity," he struggles to say as he tries to pull my hand away. I don't let him.

"Yeah, for me. This doesn't use any muscles associated with the area I'm bruised, and I'm not the one who will be straining. I mean… you're already straining against the suit…" I watch as his head falls back in pleasure as he gives in, knowing I won't stop. Except I do.

His head shoots up to stare at me.

"Why-?" In response, I pull his zipper down further, reaching my hand into the suit to touch him.

"F-fuck Mari."

"Maybe when I'm feeling better." I wink at him, and he growls, my torturous slow pace continuing. As he gets more frustrated, I up my pace, the sound of his panting encouraging me.

"Marin-" I speed up until he releases on my hand. "ETTE!" he finishes my name as he finishes. He lays there panting as I pull my hand out and start to lick it clean. He glances up and drops his head again, as if begging for patience. I giggle as he starts to harden once more.

"You taste kind of like Adrien, kitty." He stills beneath me. "Kind of salty…with a hint of something else. I like it." He maneuvers himself out from under me and lays me on my back. I look up at him as he hovers over me. Damn that fucking akuma. Fuck my fucking period. He leans down and kisses me, me whimpering when he pulls away.

"Sorry, Purrincess. Someone decided I needed to make a mess in my suit. Now I need to go clean up. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Wait!" I call out as he starts to pull away. "Can I come with you?"

He looks at me confused but with a bright blush on his face.

"You need to clean up… and I need to pee. There's only one bathroom. You've seen me…down there…before… and if you're uncomfortable, you can clean up in the shower while I pee."

He seems to accept my explanation, but still remains fiery red. He carries me down then grabs a towel to hide in the shower. I giggle, but I'm blushing just as hard as he is. I push my shorts down enough that they fall on their own before I sit to relieve myself. Then when I finish, I hear him ask hesitantly if I need help to redress. He opens the curtain as I lean on the counter and lift my one leg high enough that I can grab my shorts without bending. I finish dressing myself and turn to look at him blushing. He's blushing, too, with his mouth open a little.

"Kitty, I have to be able to use the bathroom somehow. My parents can't just leave the bakery. But when I wash my hands, you can take me back upstairs." He audibly gulps, then nods his head frantically. I'm not quite sure what he's thinking. Of course, the problem could be that he caught sight of my lower half when we aren't in the middle of something…

I quickly wash my hands, and he takes me back upstairs so we can cuddle again.