A light sin warning.

Soon became several hours later.

It was night when M. Agreste finally released her to her room. The sun had set not too long ago and from the last time she checked, it was after 10.

She walked to Adrien's room to see if he was still up and if not, give him his good night kiss. He had a way of knowing when he didn't get it and became a pouty mess in the morning, surprising her with more of his brand of platonic affection than he normally did. although she would admit that there were some moments where she purposefully did not do it. Jiggling the door's handle, she found it to be locked. She knocked on it a few times awaiting an answer she knew she might not receive. She looked around the empty hallway before peeking into her purse.

"Tiki, can you sense Plagg in there?"

She hoped that she could. It was Chat's night for patrol after all. Knowing the stubborn cat, now that he has a clean enough bill of health he would quick copy return to his secret life.

"Nope"

"Of course. Merci Tiki. You can head into the room for now. I'm going to make some tea first and join you."

She found herself in the kitchen after her Kwami flew off. The first thing she did was set the water to boil and get her cup. She was planning on staying up a bit and put into practice some of what her mentor had shown her earlier that day before she went to the company with him tomorrow. A nice cup of strong tea would do the trick better than coffee in keeping her awake. Now for a tea-bag.

She was digging through the pantry to find a possible one for her use. The problem was that there were so many to choose from that she wasn't sure which to get. Then to the back, she spied her favourite tea and moved to grab it. But she stopped upon hear and feeling something crushed underfoot. She quickly pulled back and found two rather large teabags on the floor.

"I've already crushed it. Guess I'll have to take it"

She didn't know what tea it was. The label was a word in Mandarin she had yet to know. She just prayed it wasn't a sleepy time tea. She couldn't even tell what it was by looking at it. The contents being so dry the little weight she placed on it thoroughly crushed it.

She walked back to the counter and poured the boiling hot water then placed the tea bag to steep in the cup. It wasn't really a cup, it was a black portable mug with the words 'My Princess' in green on it. It was a gift from Chat a few years back. A symbol that she would always have a special place in his heart as both the hero and the civilian.

That had crushed her too. Not at first, but in retrospect. A little known fact about Marinette is that when she got over Adrien the next person she had a crush on was in fact not Luka. It was indeed her knight in shining leather. The only person who knew about that was Alya and she was a big fan of her friend being close to a hero of Paris. So when he said those words to her heart soared to the heavens. Yes, she knew they couldn't be together because of his job and the controversy that might follow her if the masses found out but that simple gesture was enough for her at the time. She really thought her feelings we're returned.

Fast forward to just the last week when she found out that Chat Noir was Adrien who was overly affectionate with her but inky platonically. It was quite the slap in the face to realise that when he said that, he meant as a friend. Imagine being friend-zoned by the same person, twice.

She shook herself out of her gloomy thoughts and looked at her tea. The water was turning a nice shade of brown that reminded her of Dandelion Root tea. Maybe that's what it was. She wondered if only one bag, although large, would be enough. Erring on the side of caution she decided to use the other bag she crushed (thankfully with the same label) and dropped it in the water.

She quickly made her way back to her room, locked the door behind her. She looked around for Tiki, finding her asleep in a draw filled with scraps of cloth. then dropped into her work station and began practising.

It was maybe 10, 15 minutes later when her first signs of sleepiness came forth. To combat it, she decided to chug half the contents of the large mug. It had been steeping all this time and was bitter, tasted nothing at all like Dandelion Root and was still rather hot.

The effects were instantaneous. She felt revitalised as the warmth spread through her body. But after a few seconds, she realised the warmth was different. Her skin felt warm and her clothes unbearable. With that thought, she quickly undressed and redressed into her pyjamas.

It was still too hot.

Next, she flung open one of the large windows. The cool air did little for her burning skin. Her head spun slightly and she reached for her mug to take a small sip, still not associating what she was experiencing with the tea.

She stumbled to her bathroom and fumbled with the tap. She splashed water on her face. It did nothing. She looked up at the mirror and realised several things. She was panting slightly, her pupils were blown wide, her skin flushed and that she knew the taste lingering on her tongue.

Yarrow. The incredibly strong tea was in fact, yarrow. She guessed that she had a few seconds of restraint before the worse side effect happened.

Her last "in control" action was to take her hair out of the suddenly too tight pigtails and force her body to bed. Then her body relaxed.

Chat found her sometime later on the aerial silks practising drops. He vaulted into her open window.

"Hey, Princess, I've come for my good night kiss."

"You have? You wouldn't need it if you had stayed in bed, like a good kitty." She said as she dismounted. Her hands began to tie the cloth above her head into a loop.

"But this Kitty had patrol."

"Although you were injured?"

"Your knight has to live up to his title, Princess," he said pushing both his hands through the loop and hung over her. Just like she expected.

"My knight..." She grabbed the tail of the silk and rapidly pulled it taught, trapping his wrists and pulling it above his head.

"Has been a naughty kitty."

Chat Noir struggled against it trying to release himself. But Marinette, fully rational or not did little by halves. Only she could unto him.

"And naughty kitties must be punished" her voice took on a lilting quality to it.

"Marinette, I-"

She stepped up to him and glided her hands up his body. One was passing teasingly over his torso while the other cupped his face.

"Stop struggling. You'll rip it and I'll have to get a new one. I'll have to tell your father that a stray naughty kitty couldn't control his claws and destroyed it."

He stopped struggling, panting from the effort.

She stepped back from him smiling. She picked up her tea and took another drink. She was addicted, yarrow was the catnip of ladybugs after all.

Chat Noir eyes the mug and finally understood what was happening.

"Fuck. I'm fucked"

"Nah, you'll enjoy it too much"

He sputtered. She felt him tense as she wrapped her arms around his neck, then her legs around his waist. She sighed into his ear at the contact. She felt him twitch beneath her. Her tongue slipped past her lips to trace the shell of his ear.

"And this is your punishment"

She began nibbling on his ear, across his chin. She hovered over his lips. She inched closer and right before they touched she pulled back. He tried to follow her lips but she pulled back even further laughing.

She ducked down beneath his chin and attacked his neck. It was dissimilar to his earlier actions with her. But her intentions weren't as pure as his. She nipped and sucked on the skin that was available to her. She tugged on the bell seeing more skin for her mouth.

"I wonder if I were to leave a mark here, what would you do? " she mused as she licked a stripe up his delectable throat.

"Marinette, please."

"Do it?"

He grunted a reply.

She climbed off him her mouth still playing on the jut of his clavicle. He moaned as she climbed away. She tugged the zipper lower, past his navel, and traced the path with her tongue.

"Should I go lower?"

"Princess..."

She peeled the suit away from his skin as far as she could. Her hands touched and teased anywhere it found purchase.
On her knees, she pressed her face to his thigh, right next to his formidable bulge. He exhaled harshly and slightly bucked forward.

"You know, I always dreamt of doing this." She stroked a finger up and down its length languidly. His breath was laboured, he was flushed and he kept squirming as if to encourage her to do more.

"Sometimes it was with Adrien or Chat or both. Who would have imagined they were the same?" She sighed palming him fully through the leader.

"I wouldn't have to do this if you would just take charge of me, "she kissed the tip after squeezing his bulge slightly.

"I would have preferred to be the one tied up instead, "She murmured before she stared up into his eyes and she licked him through the leather, from tip to stomach.

"S-stop teasing m-me" he stuttered out bucking wildly and struggling against his binds

"Why? The naughty Kitty has been teasing me for almost two weeks without any intention of acting on it and when I do it he can't take it?"

"Marinette, Princess, please let me touch you" he begged.

"I'll think about it." She hummed sliding back up his body. She paused to pay homage to his neck an action he really appreciated. Then she came to his lips.

"Kiss me like you mean it."

And he did. It was a flurry of tongue and lips. Teeth clashed at first before finding a rhythm that suited them. There's tongues twirled and fought for dominance against each other. Usually, she would yield, but she remembered that this was his punishment and continued to fight. She kissed him like it was the last time she would. She poured everything into him. All the frustration, all the love, all the need; she took that as the motivation to continue.

Stealthy, the hands behind his head took ahold of the fabric. With a gentle pull, she released him and pulled away. She evaded his efforts to pull her back to him. She made it all the way to the bed and settled against the plush pillows, taking the time to place one between her thighs and squeeze it to her.

"Good night, Chat."

He was at a loss for what had just transpired.

"Princess?"

"Your father is taking me to the company early tomorrow. That means you have to come with. Can't have your father asking why your so tired when as far he knows you were sleeping since afternoon."

She watched him trudge out her room to the window. He looked back several times hoping that she would change her mind. He made a frustrated sound when he realized she wouldn't change her mind.

He bit his still kiss swollen lips before he jumped out her window.

"Sweet Dreams, Princess"

Two chapters today because these two chapters were originally one broken into two, and why not?