In one swift movement Marinette was on Chats lap, knocking the sketchbook to the floor, straddling him. It wasn't clear how they had got in that position, neither of them cared. They suddenly ached for this moment, their lips moving passionately against each other. This felt right. Tongues caressing, his hands wondering, while hers were clasped around his face, pulling him as close as he could be. He ran his hand up to her nape with his fingers intertwined in her long dark hair, which was flowing freely down her back, his other hand firmly settled on the small of her back.

Holyshitholyshit-Fuck! Eep, this is strange but fuck it's intense.

Fuck she tastes amazing! Don't stop, don't stop, oh my god, her smell...

Breaking apart momentarily for air, separated briefly by the smallest of spaces. They smiled, panting, before another embrace of soft lips sent a jolt of excitement through their connected bodies. Marinette's tongue caressing his, as she positioned one hand on his nape, with other grasping at his bicep. Never had it crossed Marinette or Chat's mind that this could or would happen. But it had.

He slipped his lips down on to her neck kissing her soft delicate skin with purpose as he went, she gasped at the feel of his lips trailing the smooth skin down her neck. He brought his hand under her dressing gown and up the back of her silk top, the hand at her nape sliding down to her shoulder, causing her porcelain skin to be exposed at his touch. Her clothing gently fell off her shoulder and Marinette smoothly dropped the dressing gown from her body, as cat moaned lustfully while kissing and gently nibbling her collarbone.

His hand moved slowly down from her shoulder before his thumb brushed her pert breast through the thin layer of fabric. Lightening shot through her at his touch accumulating in a stifled groan escaping her lips. Marinette brought his lips to hers once again, her hand on his chin, fingers reaching up towards his ear, inhaling his breath and running her tongue along his bottom lip, before delving back into him. Chat tingled with excitement, resulting in a low growl letting loose along with vibrations emanating from his chest. Her other hand graced his torso, tracing his defined muscles with her fingers, before grabbing his shoulder as if her life depended on him.

Chat pulled her closer to his body, she shifted so he could feel the warmth radiating from her core, the bulge in his groin reacting to the sensation, becoming more defined. Marinette, brought to her senses by the familiar feeling, realised that at this moment, she was not Ladybug. She looked at him with sad eyes and it seemed to dawn on him what had happened between them.

He hugged her, and her head rested on his shoulder with her arms tucked into her chest. This was how they were together, comforting, caring. Neither spoke, they just held each other tenderly. Chat was darting his gaze around the roof top, he was looking to see how exposed they were, luckily it was quite private, with little chance of prying eyes.

Marinette's heart was pounding, he could feel it through his chest, he hoped his gentle vibrations in his chest would help her. How Chat wished he could hear her thoughts at this moment, he knew how her mind worked. He knew Marinette would be spiralling, but had learnt that he needed to let her speak first. Chat kissed the top of Marinette's head, in a comforting way, rubbing the top of her arm with one hand while keeping the other firmly around her. He needed to reassure her with his presence and gestures. Chat needed Marinette just as much. The friendship they had was too important to jeopardise, Marinette was too special to him, to put her in danger. He leaned down and draped the dressing gown over them like a blanket, cocooning them from exposure.

"Chat?" He couldn't see her face, but he could hear her unsteady breath. "I don't want to loose what we already have..." Her head nuzzled into him, "I love how we are and I don't want that to change." Chat could sense how her thinking had panned out in her head. Giving her a tighter squeeze, he allowed her to continue. "You are my bestfriend, you know me better than anyone-" he could hear her voice cracking, "-and...and I don't want to screw that up with doing crazy shit like this..." Her voice trailed off as his friend brought her face level with his. Still looking down she was playing with his bell absentmindedly, avoiding his gaze, but he could see a tear present on her cheek.

He shifted her position so both her legs were to one side as it seemed appropriate, her head moved back to his shoulder and he cupped her cheek so she was looking up at him. Sad eyes met his understanding gaze and Marinette half smiled at Chat with a shy shrug.

"I know."

He spoke softly with understanding and kindness.

"You are the one person who has never shut me out, and I don't want to lose you ether Marinette." He allowed her to drop her head against his shoulder again and rested his chin on her hair. He was cupping her hands in one of his, and looking out over the terrace. "I can't do anything that would jeopardise your safety."

"I know." She answered feebly.

"I'm not going yet, I just want to hold you if that's ok," she nodded as his friend did not want him to leave either. "I think that's something we both need right now," she nuzzled into him when he spoke, affirming her want for him to be there. Chat pulled the dressing gown tighter around them for security and silently they lay there in a comforting and caring embrace.

"Plagg!? What are you doing here!" Tikki exclaimed at the sight of her Kwami friend. She had been asleep in Marinette's room unaware of how Chat's visit had panned out.

Plagg chuckled and embraced Tikki, "it's been a while hasn't it."

They were floating over Tikki's cushion staring at the terrace. Tikki and Plagg approached the ceiling and phased through to see their respective wearers cuddled up in each other's arms.

"Do you think we should wake them and get this over with?" Plagg asked Tikki.

"No don't you even think about it!" She chastised him and pulled him back as he started drifting forward. "You need to refuel before he wakes so he can get out of here." They phased back into Marinette's room and Tikki grabbed some cookies for them to eat.

"What if your wearer wakes up first?" Plagg wondered out loud through the crumbs in his mouth.

"Then that's down to them," Tikki replied. "They will have to deal with it, we can not meddle in their lives." She looked at him knowingly.

"it's a bit twisted with this pair, wouldn't you say?" Plagg commented, catching another cookie mid air.

"They're playing a very dangerous game Plagg, I agree. I will be speaking with Marinette tomorrow." She replied with worry.

Plagg grunted, "I best go and get some shut eye before he wakes." Giving Tikki a hug, he then proceeded to drifted up to the ceiling. "See you soon Tikki." He sounded deflated at having to say goodbye to his friend.

"Bye Plagg, we will see each other again."