Moment of Weakness
Chapter Three
Marinette woke up smiling. She was curled on her side, her head and hand resting on Chat Noir's chest, the blanket half-covering them. Where moonlight had filled the space before, faint sunlight now filtered through. She couldn't remember the last time she'd woken up without at least three alarms.
"Good morning, princess," Chat Noir said quietly, not wanting to break the peace. "How did you sleep?"
Marinette's smile grew as she stretched, feeling a warm ache in her muscles, like she'd had a long workout the night before – which, she supposed, she had. "Like a kitten," she giggled.
Chat answered her laugh with a yawn as he stretched awake. He still wore the replica mask…and nothing else. "What about you?"
"I don't remember the last time I've slept so soundly," he mused, pulling her to him once more, so that she was half on top of him. Without hesitation, Marinette leaned down and kissed him, her dark hair falling like a curtain around their faces. His fingers twined in the locks as she pulled away. "I like your hair down." Marinette blinked in surprise, blushing. "It looks more…relaxed. More you," he added.
She reached up to ruffle his bangs. "And I like your bed-head."
He smirked and flipped her onto her back, hovering over her. "Oh yeah?" He leaned down until his hair brushed her stomach and shook his head, tickling her with it. Marinette laughed and squirmed, grabbing his head to make him stop. She froze when she felt his kiss just above her belly button, and another just below it. "Your skin is so soft," he murmured as he grabbed her hands and moved them to her sides, holding them there as he ducked fully beneath the covers.
"Chat…" she said with a question hiding in her whisper. He nuzzled her thighs, covering her with kisses as he parted her legs. She held her breath as he paused, his hot breath on her core before his lips finally touched her again. Her back arched off the bed, and she pulled one hand free of his to cover her mouth, muffling the strangled half-moan. He thought his now freed fingers down to join his mouth, and Marinette learned that those long fingers weren't only good for playing piano.
Chat Noir snuggled against her as Marinette caught her breath. He looked like the cat that ate the canary, licking his lips greedily. "I wish we could both just ditch school and stay in bed al day."
Marinette smiled and pat his head comfortingly. "Unfortunately, kitty, my attendance record is already suffering. Besides, it risks revealing your identity." He pouted. "I know; I know. But you can come here after school, if you want." He pulled up and kissed her stomach. "Alright," she said. Feigning annoyance as she shooed him out of bed, not hiding her glowing smile. "It's late. I don't want my parents catching you still here."
"Yeah, kid." They both jumped as a black Kwami appeared hovering above them. Marinette squeaked and pulled the blankets up to her chin. "You're gonna be missed if you're gone too much longer"
"Plagg!" Chat exclaimed.
"What? It's nothing I haven't seen before. I've had a lot of holders, kid. So come on, go get dressed." Marinette was blushing like a tomato, and Chat was grumbling as he stood and quickly moved to the bathroom, glaring over his shoulder. As the door closed, though, Plagg moved to right in front of Marinette's face, narrowing his eyes and lowering his voice. "Don't hurt my kitten, Ladybug."
Marinette started. "You know?" She whispered quietly, eyes darting to the bathroom, hearing water running.
Plagg rolled his eyes. "Duh. And while I enjoy getting to spend time with my girlfriend again, and I enjoy seeing him happy, I don't like the idea of you doing anything to break his heart or ruin your partnership. His life is hard enough."
His words stung and Marinette pulled away. "I would never hurt him." She frowned. "Not intentionally, at least. I didn't plan for this, but I really care about him." Her eyes moved to Tikki's hiding spot. "How mad is she?" She asked nervously.
Plagg snorted. "I am definitely not getting' in the middle of that. She's scary when she's angry." There was tenderness in his voice and care in his eyes. "But for what it's worth, I hope this works out for the best."
Before Marinette could answer, Chat walked back out of the bathroom, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans and white converse. "Alright, Plagg," he sighed. "Claws out!" Plagg gave her a final wink as he was pulled into the ring, and then Chat Noir stood in her room once again.
Marinette wrapped the sheet around her and moved to stand in front of him. She kissed him softly for a moment. He tasted like her cinnamon mouthwash, warm and spicy. She groaned as she forced herself to pull away. "Go," she sighed. "Before I attach a leash to that bell and keep you here forever."
"Don't tease me," he joked and pecked her on the lips once more before leaving with a reluctant pout on his face. "Until tonight, princess."
When Marinette turned around, Tikki was floating four feet in front of her face, scowling with her arms crossed. "You look mad."