MariChat May Days 7, 28, & 30: Happy Pawing, Scratch, and Kiss It Better. Chat Noir falls asleep waiting for Marinette to finish a project, and she helps him get more comfortable.

Here's another (surprisingly short) triple-play, and it brings me all the way up to May 30. My piece for The Baton (which I swapped out with Copy Cat, if you'll remember) is just waiting on feedback from my beta, and then I'll be DONE with MariChat May! Sure, I may have cheated a bit here and there, but still. I think it counts.

This is also for my grandmother, who was an excellent seamstress and sewed many of her own clothes and things for her home. I can sew well enough, I suppose, but hers was a skill that isn't often seen anymore. Marinette could have learned a thing or two, from my grandmother.

Marinette turned her sewing machine off with a click, and stretched sleepily. It was well after midnight, and Adrien had fallen asleep in her bed, waiting for her to finish. She did feel a little guilty about that, but she'd been on a roll and he'd told her not to stop…

She stretched again, switched off her light, and climbed carefully to her loft bed in the dark. There was enough ambient light coming in through her skylight to see that he still wore his transformation, and her brows rose in surprise. She ran her hand gently up his back, and he arched ever so slightly against her palm. Smiling, she stretched out next to him with her head on her arm, and continued to pet him, alternating between rubbing with the flat of her palm and scratching gently with the tips of her fingers. He began to purr, and she chuckled softly.

"You're such a cat, chaton," she whispered.

There was the sound of popping threads, and Marinette sat up in confusion. Tikki was asleep in her little cushion, and there was no one else in the room. So what—oh. She grinned delightedly.

Chat's hands were flexing in his sleep, kneading just like a cat's paws. One hand lay on its back, and his fingers curled harmlessly into the air. But the other was palm down on the bed, and his claws were snagging in the sheet.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, and ran her hand down from his shoulder to his wrist and back again. "Wake up, Chaton. You need to let Plagg get some rest. And stop tearing my sheets," she added with a giggle.

He jumped, digging his claws harder into the bed, and the purring stopped. "Hmmpf?"

"Release your transformation, Adrien, and you can go back to sleep."

"Mm. Marinette." He rolled to his back and stretched, and blinked sleepily up at her, before giving up the battle and letting his eyes slide closed. "I missed you," he murmured.

"I missed you, too, Chat Noir. Don't you want to get more comfortable?"

His eyes opened again. "Huh? Oh. Claws in."

His transformation left him, and a disgruntled Plagg scowled at his chosen. "Next time you fall asleep like that, kid, I'm going to just leave you on my own."

Adrien said nothing; he'd already dropped back to sleep.

"I'm sorry, Plagg. It was my fault." Marinette scooped Plagg out of the air, and pressed a kiss to his head. "He didn't mean to."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, but his grouchy expression had been replaced with a goofy smile. He drifted down to curl around Tikki, yawning.

"Good night, Plagg."

"Night, 'Princess'."

She giggled at his use of her nickname, and squirmed down to put her head on Adrien's shoulder, tugging the covers up and curling herself against him. His arm came around her, pulling her still closer, and she brought her hand to his chest, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. His purring resumed almost immediately, and she felt his fingers flex at her hip.

She sighed happily, and wiggled a bit, trying to get more comfortable. "I love you, Chaton," she whispered, and closed her eyes to sleep.