Moment of Weakness
Chapter Two
There was a full minute of silence. Neither could meet the other's eyes. On the TV screen, a cow mooed, breaking the silence, and they both jumped. Marinette moved back to the couch and grabbed the remote, turning off the game. "I think…we need to talk," she said, finally looking at him. Chat Noir looked like a kicked puppy, scared and confused. He nodded, and Marinette moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch, putting as much distance between them as possible and pulling her knees up to her chest. "Why did you…?" She trailed off.
Chat Noir sighed and let his head fall back, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry. I just…You were right there, and you were so…beautiful, and you smelled so good. And you're right. You're always here for me, and I value that friendship, more than anything else in this world. You're…you're my best friend, and I guess I just…got overwhelmed?" Marinette blinked at him in surprise. Beautiful? Smelled good? What was he talking about? He turned his head to look at her. "Why did you kiss me?"
Marinette gulped. "I…I'm not sure. I guess…for a lot of the same reasons. I…I never thought about it before, but I guess I feel the same way about you? I mean you're funny, and smart, and a good person, and you're so sweet to me. And when you kissed me, it felt…"
"Right," he finished softly. She nodded. Slowly, as if trying not to startle her, he stood and pulled her to her feet as well, entwining their fingers. "I can't really be myself around anyone – not my friends, not my family, not even Ladybug." Marinette frowned sadly. "But when I'm around you…" He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers. His scent surrounded her once again. "There is exactly one secret between us, and the only mask I have to wear around you is this one, the real one. And you don't judge me or tell me that I shouldn't be feeling what I am, or that I am so lucky to have the life I do, or that everyone and everything else has to come first."
One secret, Marinette thought, not voicing it. One secret from both of us. One mask each between us. But he was right. Everything else…it just fell away. She couldn't remember being so carefree or happy, or smiling and laughing so easily, not since donning the Miraculous, but with Chat Noir, everything made sense, and she felt like he understood her beyond what anyone else could. And the thought of him not coming over any more, of not spending another night up until 4AM just talking and playing games, reading, studying…she hated that thought; it made her want to grab his hand and never let go. She hadn't realized it, but…Adrien hadn't crossed her mind like that in weeks. Her long-time crush had been pushed aside to make way for Chat Noir in her life, and she couldn't remember when or why or how it had happened. And he had just said that even Ladybug can't do for him what she could; did that mean that he had begun to think of her that way as well?
Marinette let out a breathy laugh, and Chat Noir started, giving her a questioning look. She shook her head. "I'm just thinking. It's all I ever do. Think, and over-think, until everything is all twisted and warped."
"So talk to me. What are you thinking right now?" His eyes were so close, and so full of caring, and still touched by the electrifying desire that had passed between them moments before.
"I'm thinking," she whispered. "That your eyes are so beautiful."
He blinked, and a slow smile started to split his face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. And your hair is so soft. And you smell so…you smell like home." The last was barely audible as she closed the distance between them, her lips moving against his softly.
She heard him growl in the back of his throat, the only warning before he suddenly jerked her against him, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other on her hip, the full length of her body pressed against him so that she had to lean her head back and twist into him for their lips to meet. She felt leather against the skin at her hip, his fingers pressing against her, setting her on fire, and she whimpered with her growing need. The sound seemed to urge him on as he deepened the kiss hungrily.
"Chat!" The strangled whisper escaped her lips as he trailed his kisses over her jaw and throat. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she found it difficult to catch her breath. His hand slipped under the edge of her tank top, pressing firmly against the small of her back, feeling her muscles clench as she rolled her body against him. He grinned against the crook of her neck and playfully nipped at the skin. Marinette jumped and let out another whimper. Everything he did was driving her crazy, and he knew it, and he was using it to his full advantage. His hand slid down slowly, until his palm cupped her butt, and he squeezed, feeling his desire grow with every whine, every movement of her body against him. His hand continued down, gripping the back of her thigh and pulling up, until her leg wrapped around him. Marinette felt something hard against her stomach and blushed. It was all moving so fast, but she didn't want it to stop, not now, not ever. His other hand followed the path of the first, and when he tugged on her other leg, she didn't hesitate to jump into his arms, wrapping both legs around her waist. She settled just above the bulge in his suit, rubbing against him as he walked, moving them quickly across her room towards the bed.
They didn't quite make it before he pressed her back to the wall, a little roughly, a dull thud reverberating through the room and almost causing a picture frame to fall. He pressed tight against her, using the friction to hold her up, one hand flat on the wall by her head, the other roaming back up her body. Marinette clung to him, one hand clenched in his suit at his chest, the other over his shoulder, digging her fingers into his back as his lips moved over her skin, down her neck, to the tops of her breasts.
"So beautiful," he whispered against her skin as he tugged on the lower hem of her shirt so that the already low-cut collar dipped even lower. Between every few kisses he would teasingly bit her, not enough to hurt, just enough to leave a tiny mark and drive her mad. The room was spinning, and she closed her eyes, focusing all of her attention on Chat. He turned again, and this time didn't stop until they made it to the bed, falling and catching them before he could crush her beneath his body. She allowed one leg to lower, but still rubbed the other calf along the back of his thigh. "I want to touch you," he said, pulling away for a second. Marinette blinked. "Really touch you."
She frowned, then smiled as a thought came to her. She wriggled out from under him, moving to her desk and rummaging through one of the drawers. When she turned back around, Chat was laying sideways on her bed, pouting at her, and her smile grew. She threw something to him, which he easily caught, turning it in his hand. He laughed when he realized what it was: a replica Chat Noir mask she had made for a friend's Halloween costume. "Go change, put that on. I'll wait here." She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
"You promise you'll be here when I get back?" He sounded so unsure, so scared.
Marinette ruffled the hair between his cat-ears. "I promise, kitty." The ears twitched, pleased, at the nickname. "Go. And hurry back." As he moved past her, his fingertips brushed her stomach, and she felt the muscles flutter. With his smirk, she knew he'd noticed. He disappeared into her bathroom, closing the door.
"Marinette!" She jumped at the tiny, quiet voice. "You can't be serious! What are you thinking?"
"Tikki!" Marinette squeaked, turning to make sure Chat hadn't seen. "I need you to hide." Tikki looked angry, and was about to continue to berate her. "Tikki, I love you, and you can yell at me all you want tomorrow, but right now, I need you to go. I'll talk to you in the morning." With a final sour look at her, Tikki flew back to her hiding spot behind Marinette's vanity. Marinette blushed dark red. Of course the Kwami had seen everything. Oh God, what was she doing? And with Chat Noir? But no, she wanted this, she wanted this so much. She saw a green flash of light under the door, and heard an unintelligible whisper-argument from the bathroom. She took a deep breath and made a decision.
She turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the moonlight streaming through the window. She quickly slipped out of her clothes and under the covers, facing away from the bathroom door nervously. She didn't turn around when it opened, or when she heard light footfalls heading her way. Not until she felt him pull back the blanket and slide under himself did she turn over, meeting his eyes. They didn't glow, not the way she was used to. They were still green, but different somehow. They seemed smaller. He was different, his jawline tighter, his hair neater. There were no ears. She could see his skin, his neck, his shoulders, his arms and hands. And yet…she tentatively reached out and cupped his cheek.
"Still you," she breathed. He started, and she smiled as she brought her lips to his once more. "Still you."
He slowly brought his hand up, and her eyes locked on it. So different than the leather, soft skin, long slender fingers made to play the piano. He just barely brushed his fingers along the length of her arm, from shoulder to fingertip, and Marinette shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed. It was better than she thought; just that touch was enough to send her spiraling. "I want to touch you," Chat breathed into her ear.
"Please," she answered, bringing his hand to her face as she kissed him, only the folds of the blanket between them. His hand slid from her cheek to her neck, to her back, down her side, making her muscles flutter and goosebumps appear over her skin. She gasped, pulling away from his kiss, unused to the intensity of the sensation. He wasn't fazed, moving his lips down to nibble behind her ear. His thumb brushed along the underside of her breast, and her eyes flew open. She bit her lip to stop sound from escaping as his hand moved up further, palming her breast, his thumb rubbing over the nipple. She was unsuccessful, letting out a soft moan as she resumed the kiss.
Marinette kicked at the blanket with her foot until it was no longer between us and pressed herself against him, skin on skin, and it was like seeing color for the first time. She realized how much she needed to be touched, how much she craved it. She couldn't imagine it for Chat Noir; she couldn't see him being used to warm hugs. His body shuddered along with hers, and a whimper loosed from his lips as his grip tightened on her. Once again, she wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him in, feeling him against her most secret parts.
In a moment of clarity, Chat pulled away. The moon glinted off the leather of the mask and the shine in his eyes. "Do you have…?"
Marinette almost smacked herself in the head as she reached over him for her nightstand. When her mother had given her the box of condoms, she did not think Chat Noir would be the first boy she'd use one on. She handed him one silver packet. "Thanks for remembering," she said, laughing.
"No problem, princess," he purred into her ear, kissing her neck as he rolled on top of her. He paused over her, looking into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
She kissed him before answering. "Never more sure about anything, kitty." He smiled and lowered himself, swallowing her gasp of surprise, swallowing every sigh and moan as they came together and apart, again and again. Marinette couldn't figure out what to do with her hands, sometimes gripping the sheets, or his arms, sometimes digging into his back, or running through his hair. They lost themselves to each other, giving in, at last, to the temptations that had been plaguing them, there, bathed in moonlight.
Author's note: Oops, my hand slipped. Welcome, everyone to my newest story, Moment of Weakness, staring our favorite love square and all their delicious turmoil. As far as where they are based on the show: I haven't watched everything after season one, just most of it, and this story is written based off of season one information. If there are inconsistencies, I apologize, but we'll call it taking creative license. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. More to come soon.