1Day#2: "Can I Pick, Princess?"

The following morning, the young goddess of creation slowly awakens to the soothing fabrics of silk covering her body.

The silk felt lovingly against her creamy skin. Like an ocean of warmth, Marinette sunk even further into the mass of bedding covers. Giving off a contented hum as she snuggled against the pillow.

One of the best parts about the bed she currently laid in, it smelt like her love, Adrien.

It turned out to be a nice evening with just her and her chaton. Not once had it ever amazed her how much her boyfriend was so caring and careful when taking care of her injuries.

Once they made it to his bedroom, her cat warmed up a bath for her with special herbs and ingredients to assist the healing of her wounds. Adding fragrances of lavender and roses to give an aroma for relaxation. And after bathing to soak away the sweat and cleanse the wounds, her love patiently wrapped her cuts with such care.

The mortals on earth may find it mushy and over romantic, but for a god and goddess, it was an honor to end up with your other half that each would bleed to ensure the other is greatly cared for.

Feeling her body waking further from her drowsiness, Marinette hums again and stretches her body. Her joints popping from under use; the fabrics of her night wear shifting from her movements.

"Well, it looks like my princess as finally awaken."

Marinette turns her head towards the entrance of the bedroom to find not her regular clothed boyfriend, but her boyfriend still in his Chat Noir form. Black, grey, and hints of green cloth fabrics covering his body and symbol of a warrior.

"Good morning, minou. Why are you still in Chat Noir form? Shouldn't you give Plagg a break?"

Her love broke out in a laugh as he moved to sit beside her.

"Nope. That furball is being punished until I deem it worthy to revert back."

"Oh, dear. What did Plagg do this time?"

"That damn kwami hacked up a hairball in my underwear. My underwear!"

Now it was Marinette's turn to howl in laughter. The sounds of Tikki's soft giggles joining in somewhere under the bedding or possibly the pillow.

Seeing Marinette laugh brought a smile to his face. It was one of his greatest joys to make his love smile and laugh.

"So, how about breakfast? You must be hungry." He asked, moving closure towards her.

"Sure. Once I get dressed we both can work together and make some breakfast."

Chat beamed beside her, cradling his head in his hands.

"Oh! Can I pick, princess?! I love when I get the chance to pick your outfits."

It made the days like these easier knowing they have some of their wardrobe with the other when they spent the night.

"Your designer father is beginning to get to you, chaton." Marinette chuckled.

"No, that's a lie. I just like to pick clothes for my darling love once in a while when she will allow me."

"You're such a dork."

Chat moved forward and bumped his nose with hers.

"Yes, but I'm your dork, princess."

"Very well. Go ahead and pick."

"Yes!" Chat shouted as he jumped off the bed towards his closet. His black tail trailing behind him until he disappeared behind the door. She could instantly hear his movements and clothes moving off the shelves.

"Nothing cat themed!"

"No promises!