MariChat May Day 22: Rooftop Kisses. Chat Noir has to head home before he's missed, but takes the time for questions and kisses.
Marinette followed Cat Noir through her skylight, yawning sleepily and rubbing the grit from her eyes.
"You didn't have to get up, Princess." He stepped out of her way and stretched, arching his back in a very catlike manner. "I just wanted to let you know that I was leaving."
"I know," she yawned. "Wanted to."
"I wish I didn't have to leave, but my transformation can't last much longer, and I'll be missed if I don't get back soon."
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face to his shoulder, and his arms came around her shoulders. "I know," she said again. Despite being vertical, she still wasn't quite awake, and complete thoughts were still beyond her.
"Marinette?"
"Hmm?"
"What are we?"
She leaned back to blink up at him sleepily. "Huh?"
"What are we?" He asked again, gesturing between them. "What is this?"
"I—" She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "I don't know."
"Think about it. I'll be back later, so we can talk. Okay?"
Her lips parted, and she nodded mutely. He leaned down to feather his lips gently over hers, lingering but never deepening the kiss. She melted into him with a sigh, and he straightened regretfully. Her eyelids fluttered open.
"I have to go." His miraculous gave its first beep, as if to underscore his point, and he pressed another brief kiss to her mouth. "À bientôt, Princess."
Marinette leaned on the railing of her balcony, her fingers over her lips, and watched him vault his way over the rooftops in the early morning light.
She had a lot to think about.