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Prompt: (from me this time) Chat Noir decides to get his nails painted and forgets to remove it.

Rating: T

Green is my color

Sighing contently, Marinette patted the spot next to her on the bed, "Come up here kitty, I can't polish your nails with you at the other side of the room,"

Heat filled the superhero's cheeks and Adrien was pretty sure Plagg would kill him for what he agreed to do. He wasn't even sure how Marinette persuaded him, all he remembered was the sweet scent of baked goods and the gentle, addicting scratches and strokes of Marinette's fingers in his hair and on his ears and face and he was dead to the world.

Reluctantly, he dragged himself toward her and she giggled, "You bet you lose Chat Noir,"

He pouted, laying himself on his back and resting his head on her lap, eyes warily following her gaze when she tried to decide upon a color, "I didn't bet princess, I got tricked," Marinette stuck her tongue out at him and Chat grinned, doing the same back to her, "Don't blame me if the cat got your tongue at this rate,"

"Oh shush, I'm trying to concentrate," her brow furrowed, cheeks slightly pink. Maybe it was a trick of the dim light in her room, but he swore her cheeks were a dark pink.

He grinned, all white teeth, "Am I making you flustered, mon Cherie?" the grin quickly fell from his face when she reached for the pink nail polish, "I'll have to stop you there princess, pink is definitely not my color,"

She rose an eyebrow, amused, "Already tried it out kitty?" she put the pink away and looked critically at the other ones.

He crossed his arms, "Pink clawshes so badly with my hair," he flicked his bangs, earning a giggle from the girl whose lap he was using like a pillow. A very warm, soft, nice smelling pillow-

He shook his head.

Get your mind out of the gutter!

He grinned sheepishly when she shot him an odd look, "What?"

He coughed into his hand, "Nothing," shifting his body, he tried to think of physics formulas and boring fashion events to clear his mind until Marinette wiggled a bottle of nail polish in front of him.

He smirked, "How did you know?"

She mimicked his expression, "I thought it would bring out your eyes more," she winked and he chuckled, obediently lifting his hand.

"Well, green is my color," he purred when her hand suddenly rubbed his scalp, gentle motions momentarily distracting him of her actions.

Taking off his glove, she smiled when his eyes widened at the texture of her warm hands against his bare ones, "Hey, that was dirty," he shot her a look.

She looked at him pointedly, "Purring in my ear and nuzzling my neck during Mecha Strike 3 is playing dirty, chaton," he made a face and she grinned widely, giggling.

His expression softened and he sighed, contently nestling his head against her lap, "You're good," observing how she carefully painted his nails with the barest minimum touching the skin around it.

She shrugged, "Alya and I often paint our nails during sleepovers, mostly because she wants to but it's hard playing while you wait for them to dry," she smiled cheekily, "Alya nearly killed me for it,"

Chat chuckled, eyes trailing over her relaxed features, "What did you do on those sleepovers?" his ears perked up in interest.

She thought for a moment, "Oh you know, what girls usually do. We played some games, ate everything we could get our hands on in the kitchen, talked about school and boys and made fun of Chloe," she laughed, "And I had to listen to her rambling all about the Ladyblog and Ladybug," she rolled her eyes fondly.

Chat smirked, "Boys, huh? Have I by chance been mentioned? As Paris' most eligible bachelor?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Marinette scrunched up her nose.

"No,"

"That was quick…"

She laughed, shaking her head, "I didn't know you won the prize of most eligible bachelor, kitty."

He shrugged, "It's a public secret,"

She snorted, continuing to carefully paint his nails, "Are you going to manicure? Your nails are nice," she lifted his hand closer to her face, marveling at the perfectly trimmed nails.

Chat felt himself sweat through his suit, desperately trying to think of something when-aha! "Well, princess, we cats are very meticulous about our appearance, we groom ourselves every opportunity we get," he winked, relief flooding his veins at the lie.

Sure, even if he wouldn't be a model, he would still take care of his appearance but still. She smiled, nodding, "Of course,"

He found it cute when she stuck her tongue out amidst her concentration, "Well?"

"Well, what?" her eyes briefly glanced at him.

Chat grinned, "Will the princess answers her knight's desperate question?" he held his other gloved hand over his heart.

There was a sigh, an eye roll and then, "Once or twice," she noticed his shit-eating grin, "Nothing big though, it was mostly Alya,"

"Mostly?"

"All of it," now that answer had been far too quick for his liking.

"Do tell princess, I'm pawsitively curious," he looked like a kid on Christmas and Marinette felt slightly bad, after all he had a hard time fighting an akuma today which seemed particularly fond of cats, constantly going after Chat Noir and trying to shove him in her oversized bag to add to her collection of cats. The poor boy had to literally beat her off with a stick – or baton.

Rolling her eyes, Marinette decided to indulge him a little, but careful to not reveal too much, "It was nothing really. Alya mentioned you once or twice, she asked me some things and that's about it," she couldn't tell him Alya's been grilling her for answers ever since Nino made that picture of them on her balcony, she would sooner be caught epically failing an akuma fight than admit any of that, "See? Nothing big,"

Green eyes narrowed in suspicion and Chat clicked his tongue softly, "My lady, I do believe you're withholding information from your knight in shining armor," he smiled, "So, what were those things she asked you about me?" he was very curious to know now.

Maybe he would finally found out what Marinette really thought of him in costume.

Suddenly, she grew nervous, his pinky finger suffering the consequences when the green nail polish smudged his whole pinky in green and Marinette hastily wiped it clean with a nail polish remover, "S-sorry!" his ears dropped, signaling for her to continue and forget about it.

Again, she fidgeted but this time, she didn't seem so nervous, "Ah…nothing r-really. Just when was the first time I met you and all. And why you visit me sometimes and what I think about you and such," she shrugged.

Chat's eyes widened and he felt his heart start to hammer in his chest. What she thought about him? Why he visited her?

He had to know!

He cleared his throat, " And…what did you say?" he peeked up at her curiously.

A fond smile stretched her lips and Chat relaxed when her free hand traced soothing circles and other patterns on his head, "I told her the first time we met was during an akuma fight and you saved me. She was really worried when I explained what happened and she said she never noticed you seemed to talk to the akuma victims while Ladybug dealt with the media." His expression was the epitome of surprise when Marinette giggled, "I told her I stuck to the crowd after you brought me to safety and I saw you helping the distraught victims while Ladybug took care of interviews. It…it really bugs me why more people don't appreciate and honor you Chat Noir. Ladybug isn't the only one saving Paris after all," her fingers gently tightened in his hair but not to hurt.

Gently, he gripped her hand and brought it to his front, his lips touching the back of her hand as he watched her face take on interesting colors, "But she's the only one that can purify the akumas." He grew thoughtful, "Thank you…Marinette. You…thank you for saying that," he purred, nuzzling his face against her stomach and he felt her tense.

Eyes wide, he tried to retreat and apologize for his mindless actions before her hand settled on his head and began their calming ministrations a new, his purring getting a bit louder, "Of course, chaton. Anytime," she smiled.

His green eyes slowly opened and looked up at her as she removed his other glove and did his nails on the other hand, "…What about the rest?"

She smiled, "Didn't that answer your question already?" she giggled, shaking her head, "I think you deserve the same attention and the same praise as Ladybug. You protect her whenever she's in trouble and you always put yourself in danger for the citizens and her, but at the end of the day, she gets bombarded by pesky questions. Ladybug is great, but she's nothing without Chat Noir,"

His heart melted into a puddle of goo and he feared he would start melting on her lap if her fingers didn't stop what they were doing and if she didn't stop praising him in such high tones, "P-princess, you're making me melt," he released a breathy chuckle, eyes glowing with affection.

She giggled, "Well, you deserve it kitty. Every word of it," she offered him a warm smile and it reminded him of his lady, whenever she would bestow him such beautiful smiles.

"….And about the visits?" he grinned.

Marinette smirked, "I told her I feed you so you didn't meow at the moon all the time," she laughed when he gently pinched her leg as punishment, "Ok, what I really told her was…you were just worried I would get targeted by another akuma and that's that,"

"I probably shouldn't tell him what else she asked me…" fighting down a shiver, Marinette concentrated back on painting his nails, "'Ever seen him without the suit?', 'So, you and Chat Noir huh? Did model boy get competition?', 'Chat Noir was visiting you and you haven't told me a thing?! Girl, just what exactly has that cat been doing to that brain of yours that you forgot to tell me?' 'Since he prances about in skin tight leather all day, tell me, from up close…is the suit hiding too much or not enough?"

Needless to say Ladybug had had trouble looking her partner in the eye, or looking at him at all, for at least a week, courtesy of Alya's…daring questions.

Marinette cleared her throat, feeling uncomfortably hot, "There, all done!" she smiled when he critically inspected his now green nails.

"Wow princess! It looks great!" he grinned and shot her a look, "Green is my color, don't you think my lady?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, but a fond smile stubbornly stuck to her lips, "It sure is kitty,"

His grin widened and purrs reached her eyes again when she continued to pet him well into the night.

"Dude, are you wearing nail polish?" Nino's eyes were fixated on his friend's fingernails, the vibrant green an eyesore against the modest colors Adrien usually wore.

Adrien scratched the back of his neck, releasing an embarrassed chuckle, "Uh…yeah…must have forgotten to remove it yesterday. You know…the photoshoot and all," he chuckled nervously.

Nino rose an eyebrow suspiciously

"Just what sort of photoshoot requires to wear nail polish?" Alya had leaned close to Marinette and whispered in her ear as the boys talked, feeling her friend freeze on the spot.

Marinette . exe stopped working.

Alya excused herself to go to the bathroom and Marinette sat rigid on her stool, Tikki's head poking out of her bag in concern.

A million thoughts ran through her mind and none of them were good, "Wait…last night I painted Chat's nails…Adrien's wearing green nail polish today…"

She gasped, "What if Adrien and Chat Noir met up and Chat gave him tips?!" she whisper-shouted to her kwami.

Tikki facepalmed and sighed heavily, flopping back into Marinette's bag.

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