Warning: Mentions of sex and sex scenes

"We need to talk," Marinette told Chat.

"Okay?" He sat next to her.

"About… us. If there even is an us." She fumbled with her wrists. "Chat Noir." She stood up. "What are we?"

Marinette walked around, back and forth still rubbing her wrists. Chat looked at her. He watched her walk, and walk and walk. His brain short-circuited.

'What are we? Well…' He asked himself. What relationship did the two have? He knew that he wanted to be with Marinette. He knew he wanted to be more than friends. But what did they have now? Friends don't kiss each other. They don't make out. And Chat was pretty sure that friends didn't want to have sex with each other. So, if he wanted to sleep with her, kiss her, spend nights together just holding each other under the sheets, then they were defiantly not friends. But, even though he wanted to be more… What did Marinette want?

Chat stood up. He grabbed Marinette by the shoulders and looked down at her. She was startled, it was the only word Chat could think of to describe her face. Her eyebrows high, eyes wide, mouth agape and little wrinkle lines on her forehead. His head fell, his knees weak. Was he feeling love? Was that how love felt? Like being punched in the stomach, but that pain turning into a flame spreading across his body, turning it to ashes. Turning everything to ashes. Letting everything blow away. He didn't want it to go away that easily, he wasn't going to let her slip through his fingers not again. He had another chance, he didn't want to lose it.

"I love you, Marinette." Chat whispered. He couldn't look her in the eyes. He couldn't even stand. Chat felt Marinette's shoulders shake. He glanced at her through his hair to see tears drip down her face.

"Marinette?"

"Stupid. This is so stupid." She shook his hands off her and turned to walk away.

"Hey." He could his hear his own voice quiver. Chat grabbed her wrist.

"What's stupid? Me? Because I sure do feel stupid for saying that. I bet it's the most said phrase in human history." He heard Marinette chuckle, just a little and she wiped her face with the back of her hand. Marinette shook her head.

"What's stupid is that," she swallowed. "I don't want to be hurt again."

They stood there face to face. Marinette's face blotchy from crying and Chat's eyes stung because he wanted to cry.

"I won't let you get hurt." He grabbed her arms and looked down at her with the most terrified face. He knew he looked scared. He didn't want her to get hurt either. "I promise." He whispered.

Marinette grabbed his face and slowly pulled him down, hesitating. When their lips finally met all Marinette could think about was how his hair tickled her nose and how his lips tasted like lime mixed with brown sugar.

And Marinette? Oh, she tasted like everything he remembered. Her plumped lips felt like feathers and tasted like strawberries. She smelled like vanilla, messing up his senses with what she smelt like with she tasted like giving him weird feelings that he just loved. Chat fiddled with the strap of her shirt. He bit her lip and moved his tongue into her mouth. He thought he was overloaded with scents and tastes but when he explored her mouth he couldn't quite describe the sweet tangy taste. Pineapple?

Their mouths had to move apart for air before he could devour the flavour.

"I'm going to protect you purrincess." Chat put their foreheads together. Marinette smirked.

"Promise?" Chat chuckled.

"I promise." And he kissed her again, wanting more of her taste, of just her.

The kiss was passionate and heated. It was full of the longing to hold each other and emotion. A lot of emotion was poured into one kiss as they moved around the room.

Loneliness was the most frequent emotion. It made Marinette angry that she could even sense such an emotion on Chat Noir, she was angry that he felt like that. He shouldn't have been feeling like that, he didn't deserve to feel lonely.

Chat pinned Marinette to the wall next to the door. His lips left hers and started kissing down her jaw all the way to her shoulder and back to her neck where he bit and sucked on her skin leaving his mark.

The second emotion was pain. It was all Chat Noir could feel. He felt his and Marinette's pain and he didn't know which one was worse. He wanted to take all her pain, consume it, replace it, take it away. Anything, he just didn't want her to feel that way.

Chat slid his hands under her shirt. Marinette shivered at how cold his leather cladded hands were. He dragged his claws up and down her skin. She moaned into his mouth, in retaliation he dug his claws deeper into her skin.

And of course, the third most expressed emotion was love. After understanding each other's pain they accepted each other's love. They welcomed it with a kiss and a slip of tongue. They greeted it like it was an old friend. Letting it back into their hearts and letting it grow.

A tear slipped down Marinette's cheek and their lips separated, both swollen. Chat wiped away the single tear with his thumb. He slowly leaned forward and caught her bottom lip between his teeth. Marinette exhaled deeply. The kiss was slow, all actions painfully long.

His hand held the back of Marinette's neck and her fingers tangled in his hair. Chat grabbed her back and his hand traced the curves of her body. Her waist, her hips, her ass, her thighs. He splayed his hands everywhere he could, trying to memorize her figure just by touch. There was no space between the two, their body's flat against each other. Chat bit at her neck and sucked on Marinette's skin causing a low moan to erupt from her lips.

Marinette slipped her hand under his collar, clawing at his neck. The scratches stung and the skin was most likely peeled off but Chat didn't care. He was too absorbed in the moment, the hormones running through his body gave him a rush and made him forget everything but Marinette. He wanted Marinette, only. He wanted her for himself. He loved her and he wanted her to know that. He wanted her to make sure she knew that. He would do anything to show Marinette how much he loved her.

The word 'affection' was large. The meaning was expanded all over the world. It had such a big variety, people could show it in so many ways. Action, writing and speech. Those three things were branched, made everything bigger and of course scarier. Not everyone welcomed affection with open arms. Some hid from it and feared it or blocked themselves from it. When two people mutually showed affection, it wasn't that rare. What was rare was love. It was such a hard thing to find but people didn't know that they were expressing love when they showed affection. Hugs, kisses, side glances, second chances, small gestures; all those things slightly symbolised love. Even sex had another word for it, love. And that action alone held so many actions of affection.

It was the only thing Chat wanted to do. He wanted to bury Marinette in affection. So, as his back hit the bed and Marinette took off her shirt Chat decided that was what he was going to do.

Marinette kissed Chat in a rush, her lips barely against his. Their tongue's slipped and slide and it wasn't like a normal tongue fuck. For some reason, it wasn't just flesh against flesh. The two tried to shove their love for each other into every kiss. Every time their lips met, they tried so hard to just show the other how much they loved each other. Because if they didn't they were afraid they would never get a chance to tell the other how they felt without fear of ruining it.

Chat trailed down kisses from her chest. He massaged her exposed breast sucking on the other.

"Ah!" Marinette gasped.

Chat's hands scattered down her hips picking at the band of her underwear. He traced his claws against her thighs all the way down to her clit. He rubbed gently against her clit through her underwear. He switched breasts, sucking the other. Chat removed his lips from her swollen nipples. Marinette slowly opened her eyes to be face to face with Chat. He looked up at her with half-lidded eyes. She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up to meet her lips again. Marinette had her hand gently against his chest and curled her fingers around the bell of his collar. She lightly tugged down and heard the sound of a zip. She giggled in satisfaction and Chat pulled his lips away.

"How'd y'know?" He smirked at Marinette.

"Lucky guess." She smiled a million-dollar grin at him and continued with what she attended to do.

Marinette moved her hands over his chest. She felt every muscle that his suit usually hid, every muscle that was tight and defined and that sent Marinette into a whirlwind of pleasure. She moved her hands further down. Each movement caused Chat's breathing to falter.

She slid her hands further down, pulling his suit over his shoulders automatically. Their lips met once again. Chat moved his head deeper into the kiss, Marinette kissing back with the same amount of force. Chat bit her lower lip, gnawing at it making Marinette dig her nails into his hips. He curled into her neck as her hands wrapped around his dick. She sighed at his reaction and gasped. Chat lightly dug his teeth where her shoulder and neck met. She moved her hand up and down his cock.

Marinette's hand slid down his shaft and up his tip, Chat panting against her. She used her other hand to grab his neck and pull him down to meet her lips. He moved from her lips to her cheek, jaw, neck and ear repeating it again and again slowly.

"Wait." Chat breathed. Marinette's hand on his dick slowed. "I'm…I'm close," Marinette smirked at his comment. Chat pulled his arms out of his suit, Marinette helping him pull it down his waist shaking his legs out of it.

"Fuck." Marinette paused.

"What?"

"Condom." Marinette rolled out of bed and rushed to her bathroom coming back with a plastic square.

Marinette took the condom and slowly rolled it on his dick. Chat rolled her underwear down. He squeezed her ass, his claws lightly digging into her skin. He lowered down attaching their lips and aligning himself with her.

"Okay?" Chat whispered. Marinette wanted to say yes, to scream yes. But all she did was whispered back-

"Okay." And she gasped as she felt him enter her.

They move in sync, their hips rolling off each other following a rhythm. Marinette moaning at every motion and Chat digging his nails into her pillow.

The night was filled with pleasure and only pleasure. Different types, all types. They both felt the same and they both wanted to be satisfied. They grabbed at each other and sucked on their skin and held each other. All in one swift motion somehow taking all night. After the two enjoyed each other, their bodies, the sounds they made and the way the other made sure both felt good - Chat wrapped Marinette in his arms the dim lit room making silhouettes from outside the apartment. The city alive with lights and probably late night partiers who were singing sluggish words and making noise that lulled the two to sleep but before Chat could fully shut his eyes he heard three words from Marinette.

"I love you." The blue haired girl mumbled into his chest. Sleep invading her fear of confession.