A quick drabble inspired by many a tumblr post. Alya comes up Marinette's room, only to find her best friend locking lips with Chat Noir.
A little MariChat fluff and Alya freaking out for your enjoyment.
Marinette giggled giddily. She was happily wrapped up in her boyfriend's arms, out on her terrace, overlooking the city's lights. She wanted nothing more.
Meanwhile, Chat was rather looking at her.
"Princess," he said, breaking the silence with his whisper. Marinette glanced up curiously at him, listening for his next words. "I best am going. How about a goodnight's kiss?"
The smirk on his lips nearly left Marinette retorting, but how could she resist.
She granted his wish, only to have him respond with twice as much vigour. She could hardly contain herself as a moan escaped her numb lips, a purr resounding in response.
Both were quite lost in their own world, so neither heard the trap door open and –
"MARINETTE!?"
Well, darn.
