NOTE: M-rated content in this chapter
Chapter 3:
Marinette absent-mindedly grazed her lips with her fingertips for what must have been the 100th time as she sat cross-legged on her bed, staring blankly at the glossy magazine image of Adrien taped to the wall.
Adrien was Chat Noir…
…and Chat Noir had kissed her.
She had spent the majority of the night struggling with these two seemingly simple facts. Tikki had tired of her repetitive mumbling and gone to bed hours ago. Marinette wasn't sure if she would ever sleep again. Could Adrien really be Chat Noir, or did she just… hallucinate the whole thing? It's true, Adrien always seemed to disappear before Chat Noir arrived, but - hadn't they been in the same room before? Chat was with her taking on the Horrificator when Adrien was stuck in goo… or was he? He had called out to confirm he was there, but she never actually saw him. Wait, Pixelator had digitized Adrien and Chloe; she remembered seeing their picture hanging on Vincent's wall, and Chat had helped her in that fight!… but only after she had convinced Pixelator to release half of his victims. Had she been so focused on finding excuses for her own mysterious absences that she had missed Adrien doing the same thing?
Adrien was Chat Noir…
But Chat Noir had become Marinette's confidant. They had spent countless hours talking, goofing off, commiserating heartaches, sharing happy moments. Chat was always quick to lighten her mood with a joke and a smile. His smile. That silly smirk that was goofy and cocky at the same time, always accompanied by certain glint in his eyes like he was amused by a private joke. She smiled and blushed slightly as the image she had conjured of him in her head lifted his eyebrows twice in quick succession and winked, as if in light-hearted flirtation.
…and Chat Noir had kissed her.
Her lips parted against her fingertips as she remembered the kiss. Her blush deepened as a wonderful warmth engulfed her. He really was gorgeous… his lean but muscular body moving fluidly beneath supple leather… She closed her eyes, remembering the way his insistent tongue had caressed hers, how he tasted, how he had whispered her name…
Her hand trailed down her body as she imagined what it would feel like if Chat were touching her. She curled her fingers slightly so her nails dragged lightly over her breast and down her stomach, simulating the feel of his claws. Her imagination replayed the sensation of his gentle nibble of her ear as her fingers slid under the waistband of her silky pink panties and traced the folds of her private, a shock of cold against the heat that was growing there. The memory of his sweet, seductive smell washed over her as she imagined him again pressing kisses into her neck, a soft moan escaping her as she slid a finger into her opening. Tilting her head toward the ceiling, she instinctively rocked her hips against her hand, causing friction against her quickly swelling clit. The sensation of it quickened her breath and made her head swim pleasantly. In her fantasy, she was straddling her masked hero again, fingers tangled in his tousled blonde hair. She bucked hard against her hand as she remembered his firmness rubbing against her as it strained against the leather of his pants, adding another finger into herself and whimpering in ecstasy as she felt her climax build. As she drove her fingers into herself with a steadily quickening rhythm, she imagined bobbing up and down on Chat's fully exposed member, his clawed hands digging into her back as he moaned her name. She gasped as the building tension exploded in a delicious release as she imagined those fiery green eyes gazing at her from behind a black mask. Adrien's eyes.
Adrien was Chat Noir…
After leaving Marinette's room, Chat Noir had leapt from building to building, vaulting off bridges and bounding off street lights, without a destination in mind but with energy to burn.
He had never felt like this before. He was overcome with thoughts of Marinette. Her vanilla-kissed scent, the way her bright blue eyes had gazed into his from underneath side-swept blue/black hair, how the color of her cheeks matched the soft pink of her lips when they flourished into a blush… and those lips. He hadn't even stopped to think before claiming them as his own, as if her uttering "Chat" was all it took for him to completely lose control. But she had definitely kissed back, he was sure of it! Marinette had kissed him! He rocketed off the stone sidewalk into the air to complete a twisting backflip before landing on the railing of the nearby bridge, immediately sprinting along its length on all fours before leaping into the night again.
But who had she kissed, exactly? She obviously had known Chat was Adrien… had he mistakenly transformed in a place where she had seen him? When? She had been acting very strange around Adrien of late… but that was actually not new at all. While she was always friendly and welcomed his company, she was never as talkative and light-hearted around him as she was with Nino and Alya. And if she felt so closed off from Adrien, why had she opened up to Chat? She must have found out the truth rather recently, he surmised. Is the only reason she kissed him as Chat because she is hiding feelings for Adrien? Maybe it was simpler than that, and she really did just have a fan-girl crush on the hero Chat Noir, with whom she had become friends? Then again, there were girls who "fan-girl"-ed over the fashion model Adrien Agreste, too.
He wasn't sure which was better or worse. Chat Noir was an adopted persona, all flashy and happy-go-lucky and confident. Chat didn't mirror how Adrien truly felt most of the time, but it allowed him to embrace the parts of his personality that his father had deemed unacceptable for "a person of his station." Then again, talking to Marinette as Chat late into the night was when he felt most like himself. Adrien, school mate and friend, did not have the same relaxed and honest relationship that Marinette shared with Chat, although he wished he did. And Adrien Agreste, socialite and 'model of perfection,' was… not him at all.
Landing impossibly softly considering the speed of his descent onto a corner rooftop, Chat glanced around to ensure his privacy before de-transforming to release Plagg.
"Sheesh kid," the exhausted kwami mumbled before his mouth stretched into a large yawn. "You've been running around for hours, maybe give it a rest and get some sleep, huh?"
"Plagg… what do you think I should do?" Adrien asked, staring off into the horizon that was just starting to glow with the first hints of morning.
"I told you already, SLEEP!" came the exasperated reply, as Plagg curled into a ball beside him.
"NO, about Marinette! She kissed me, but… who was she really kissing? Was she kissing the superhero Chat Noir, the model Adrien Agreste, or just Adrien her classmate and friend?" And which one did he want her to kiss? Self-doubt had begun to worm its way into his blissful heart.
"I don't get it… they're all you, so… who cares?" the kwami muttered without even opening his eyes, his tiny form settling into a rhythmic rise and fall as he drifted to sleep.
Adrien sighed and sat down on the roof as the sun began to crest over the horizon. Maybe it didn't matter… he had actually kissed Marinette. Looking around, he smiled a bit to himself, realizing that without thinking he had returned to Marinette's home. His eyes coming to rest on a nearby skylight, he couldn't resist crawling over to steal a quick peak into her room, hoping that maybe she was awake too. He wasn't entirely disappointed to see her fast asleep on her bed, her thin tee-shirt riding up to expose her taught stomach and silky pink panties with frilly white lace on the sides. Although he felt his manhood twitch with appreciation at the sight, his mind relished the thought of simply lying beside her, holding her against him as he sank into sleep. She looked content... He wondered if he had left enough of an impression to have earned a place in her dreams.
He yawned, the exhaustion of the night finally catching up to him. Reaching his arms over his head in a stretch that revealed his Chat-side, he settled back against the rooftop, drifting to sleep with the satisfaction of knowing his Marinette was only a few feet away.
Author note: Thank you all for reading and for your support! You've inspired me to draft a LOT more content, and I've got a decent layout for the rest of the story. I hope you like it! Again, thank you for reading! -Floof
