A Valentine's Day Kiss!

14/02/2022

The rain started as they stood their staring into each other eyes, neither one wanting to break contact, or to ruin the moment. Even as the rain soaked into them, they didn't move. It had been the perfect night, the perfect date. The perfect Valentine's night. The sudden desire to feel his lips upon hers overcame her. It wouldn't take much; they were mere inches apart; she could smell the garlic on his breath from their dinner. She told him not to eat it. Even teased, she wouldn't kiss him with garlic breath. She almost had to perform the Heimlich on him.

She flicked her gaze from his eyes to lips quickly, before she ran her tongue across her own. As if they'd gone suddenly dry. She wasn't sure how she'd gotten to this point. How she'd ended up in Cat Noir's arms, in the pouring rain, on Valentine's night. With one and only one desire to feel his lips on hers.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she tilted her feet up ever so slightly and brushed her lips against his. That was all the invitation he needed. The passion with which he pressed her against him caught her off guard. Even pulling a muffled gasp from her lips. As if on their own accord, she could feel her arms wrap around his neck. As she pushed herself higher on her tiptoes. Damn him for being so tall!

She tightened her grip around his neck, as if she wanted to be closer to him, then she already was. If that was even possible. In return, he tightened his grip on her waist and deepened the already passionate kiss the two of them were sharing.

Six hours ago, she did not expect to be standing in the rain, wrapped up in Cat Noir's arms, deep in the most passionate, yet gentle, kiss she has ever experienced in her life. But she'd rather be nowhere else.

She didn't expect his lips to feel like feathers, or for them to taste like cinnamon. She had a vague memory of him offering her his cinnamon chap stick. It wasn't a big gesture, but to her it was. It was his last stick, and he willingly gave it to her. That was just one more reason. She was in love with him. Yes, that's right. She's in love with him. Head over heels, smitten, completely lost in him. But he did not know, no one did. She was very good at hiding her feelings. Except for right now, of course. She promised him a kiss at the end of the night. She had meant a cheek. But, now she was happy she choose his lips. This moment she will remember until she dies. She didn't want this moment to end, so she tightened her grip around his neck and continued to kiss him for as long as he would allow her.

A brief thought struck her, and she wondered not for the first time. Who it was behind the mask of his. He was such an amazing kisser; she wondered if he'd had experience, then quickly discarded it. Not something you want to picture while kissing the guy. No, this wasn't experience, this was love, this was passion, this was a yearning, aching need. One that only she can fill, one she shouldn't be filling. A wave of guilt washed over her, as the thought of hurting her Kitty Kat, by rejecting him after passionately kissing him, in the rain, no less. There's definitely no coming back from this.

But just for tonight. She decided she's going to worry about the consequences tomorrow. Right now, she's going to pretend she's kissing the man she loves after a wonderful Valentine's Day. Then they're gonna go home and watch tv, before falling asleep in each other's arms. If she closed her eyes tight enough, she can just picture it.

She realised his heart wasn't the only one yearning for a love it couldn't have. And the urge to run away suddenly overcame her. The tears were flowing from her eyes, before she realised she wanted to cry. The rain washed away any tears that would have given her away.

She finally pulled away, her eyes full of tears. A small gasp escaped her lips when she met Cat Noir's eyes, which to have filled with tears. They had come to the same conclusion about their love for each other. A love neither one could ever have, yet wanted more than anything else in the world.

They pulled apart as if in sync, then turned and jumped away. Retreating to their respective homes, alone, sad and wet. Marinette knew she wouldn't be the only one crying herself to sleep tonight. But, maybe if she was lucky, she could dream of that beautiful night together. And maybe, just maybe, it'd be enough to sustain her.

The End!