Saturday and Sunday both went by in a blur, she spoke to Alya who had pried after finding out about Marinette having the potential affections of two of Paris' finest.
"I don't know Mari, flowers are a sign of more than just friendship-" She had teased her friend while chatting on the phone. "-and for another man to go out of his way to give them to you..."
Marinette would never admit the blush that appeared on her cheeks.
"Just know that if Chat stops fucking you, it's probably because wants, to fuck you-" she snorted loudly, "-or it turns out your Chat is Agreste Junior...and...he wants to fuck you!" She continued gasping trying not to laugh, Marinette could just imagine the cheeky smile on her friends face. "All this time," the chuckles started, "you've been having it away with someone who you supposedly can't stand!"
Marinette was dumbfounded.
"Now that, would be fucked up!" Alya summed up.
Shit! That really would be fucked up...actually would it?
"You're right," Marinette agreed, she was not about to tell Alya that she found him rather pleasant. "It would most definitely be, fucked up!"
Rolling her eyes, their conversation turned to other matters, but there was still a small nagging voice at the back of Marinette's mind. Alya had suggested while they were at school that Adrien had similar features to Chat. This idea had been scoffed at however, as at the time, Marinette could find no other similar traits, but she didn't know Adrien back then. Marinette was admitting to herself that on Friday, he had actually reminded her of Chat. Surprisingly, Marinette was not unhappy with the possibility of them being one in the same.
He seemed nice enough when they had become reacquainted, could it be so unbelievable that Chat, her Kitty, her friend, her confident, her buddy, was the alter ego of this model...
Feeling rather please at the idea after thinking it over some more, she looked forward to Monday, when she would be hearing from the house of Agreste. No time to think about boys and their toys, Marinette set to work on more designs in her sketchbook.
Sunday evening, the clear skies allowed for many stars to be seen. Sitting with her legs stretched out on a lounger upon her balcony, Marinette was enjoying the warm air on her skin. Her sketch book in her lap, the heroine was musing at the moon.
"Bright tonight isn't it," Chat silently perched on the railings.
"It is," her gaze staying upward as Marinette replied. "Chat, you don't normally visit me on a Sunday." Casual as her tone was, he seemed taken aback by her observation.
He peered at her, trying to gage if he was welcome tonight. Her pink dressing gown was draped open and her silky white strap top glistened in the moon light under her dark cascading hair. A tiny pair of pink shorts could just be seen beneath her sketchbook, showcasing her toned, porcelain legs. She was radiant.
She's smiling, that's not a bad thing.
He stepped down lightly, and slowly made his way over to the lounge chair next to Marinette's.
"You don't need an invitation to Chat," she smiled softly, still gazing up at the Parisian night. "It's mice that you come here to see me." Marinette giggled at her pun.
He sat down with a smile to match hers and gazed up also.
It really is a beautiful view.
"You're so lucky to have this view Marinette, it's purfect." He gazed in awe, "I don't get to look up often enough." He leaned back on the half reclined lounge chair and put his feet up, to allow for a better angle to star gaze.
"I'm happy you're here," she put out her hand and he put his hand to it. Looking over at him now, smiling still, "I count you as one of my best friends." Chat said nothing, he just smiled back at her with a toothy grin and Marinette giggled. They were both so relaxed around each other it was just natural to sit in silence, swinging their connected hands back and forth.
"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Chat enquired, both of them again gazing upwards, admiring the view.
Marinette sighed, "I am, what if I don't hear from them tomorrow, or the next day, or the next." She looked at her sketch book and flicked through the pages with her free hand. "What if he saw a different design student and preferred their work over mine..." she pursed her lips and flipped the book onto its side. "Here," she passed him the book, which he took with his free hand, he looked but didn't get why Marinette had showed him that particular one.
"I doubt he would be so eager to snap you up straight after the show and do that to you-"
She never told me that. Fuck. She never told me that.
Chat knew about that because he was there, he had heard his father debating if it would be a good idea to be so eager, and he had been the one to tell him to go for it. Adrien had heard a representative of Dior talking highly of Marinette's designs and hadn't wanted his father to miss out.
Marinette dropped her hand from his and turned to face him bolt upright. A puzzled look on her face.
"Did I tell you, did I?" she pondered and pursed her lips in thought, squinting her eyes as she had done on Friday.
No.
"You must have, otherwise I wouldn't know." He had turned to face her now trying to seem casual but epically failing. Her sapphire eyes searched his. He looked down at the book, avoiding her gaze looking for a way to change the subject. He noticed the model she had drawn the clothes on. "Why have you modelled these on Agreste Junior?" He was genuinely curious about this, his brow wrinkled.
"Oh-right-yeah, I've done a few on him because he told me his dad designs them to fit his measurements," the subject was successfully changed for now, Chat internally high-fived himself. "I thought if I started doing some designs on a figure resembling him-" she flipped the page over to another design she had drawn, "-that I would be showing...erm...willing, I guess?" Marinette invaded his personal space without realising, pointing her finger and looking down to the dress suit design, "what do you think?"
Looking up suddenly, as Chat had been waiting to have a closer look, she wasn't expecting to lift her face and be centimetres from his. Chat's eyes lingered on hers, just as surprised at the close proximity of their lips.
Shit what is this? She's close, I'm close, why am I not moving? Her heart's fast, I...do I want this?
Fuck this feels different? My hearts racing, lightening, oh hell no! Move away Marinette move, I don't want to, he isn't.
Marinette and Chat had been this close before, always as friends, having a sly flirt and being annoying to the other. Jesting with the other. This wasn't expected, this wasn't planned, this wasn't part of a joke, this just happened.
Marinette was struggling to breathe with excitement that suddenly coursed her veins. Her oceanic eyes widened, his strikingly green eyes fixated.
Their fingers touched on the book placed in Chat's lap, their lips got closer, neither knowing what they were about to do, how far would this go.
Fuck it.