Here we are. I spent the day listening to ml fanmixes and trying to work on my uni project.
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vii: purring
There is a loud buzz in his ears, the back of his head aches so badly and Chat can make little sense out of the situation. He remembers a rock flying in his direction, his back hitting something hard at incredible speed, and Marinette's voice screaming out something he knows all too well.
His head rolls to the side, he feels completely weightless and limp, and where once stood Marinette, now stands Ladybug.
She is by his side in seconds, the hands he has known so well belong to the same girl he kisses nearly every night. He flushes despite the fact that he does not fully comprehend it yet, and his vision is a blur once he is standing on both feet. She says something he does not understand well and he slurs out that she should go on ahead while he pulls himself back together. Her blue eyes seem reluctant and her lips presses together in a thin line that he is now used in seeing when she is trying to decide what to do, but eventually she turns and runs towards the akuma, ground shaking beneath them again.
Chat tries not to think, really, he tries hard not to, and somehow he succeeds. He moves as if in a daze, though, his movements do not feel or seem natural, yet they work together without issues. Now that he is considerably calmer, it is easier to spot openings to attack, and they soon realize where the akuma is. Ladybug – no, Marinette – comes up with a plan and they manage to snatch away the necklace around the person's neck. She breaks it under her heel, purifies the butterfly and sends out her ladybugs to undo the mess, closing holes and cracks and mending the pavement back together.
They turn to face each other just as the middle aged woman comes back to her senses, but instead of fist bumping and congratulating each other, they just stare. His fists are clenched and her expression is guarded. They wait for one of them to break the silence as the victim walks away rubbing her head in confusion.
"Plagg," he eventually says simply in a quiet voice and the transformation wears off, black costume melting away from his body.
She seems to have stopped breathing and regards him with the same unreadable eyes. Adrien has stopped as well, waiting for something, anything, and he nearly misses the nod of her head before she turns around and runs towards her home.
He sits on the snow and fishes a piece of cheese from out of the inner pocket of his coat, passes it to Plagg in silence and lets his clothes soak as he waits for his heartbeat to return to its regular pace. It could have been minutes, or even hours, but once he feels like his hands are not shaking anymore, he stands and walks to the bakery, letting his Kwami talk to himself as he thinks up his next moves.
Adrien becomes Chat Noir and he climbs up to the balcony, half expecting to see the trap door closed and relief washes over him when it is open. He enters with caution, dropping silently on her bed and looks around the room, finding her sitting on her lounge with Noire on her lap, maskless. Moving down the stairs, he stands in the center of the lower level and her eyes move up to meet with his. There is silence, Noire jumps from her seat and saunters closer to him, rubbing herself on his legs and purring merrily, asking for attention. Chat lowers himself to a crouch, never breaking eye contact, lets his claws graze the back of her head, and he cannot hide the grin that spreads across his face when the purrs get louder.
Marinette keeps her face void of emotion for a few more seconds, but she soon is smiling too. "Tikki, give us some minutes, please."
"Of course, Marinette!" The Kwami flies from her hiding spot behind the screen of her computer and stops before his nose. "Nice to finally meet you!" And she disappears away to the balcony in a blur.
She is quiet again and relaxes against her pillows, patting the spot to her right. "Come here, kitty." Seconds pass, and she tilts her head in his direction. "I'm talking about you."
Chat is beside her in a moment and stops her from moving to give him some space on the lounge. "I have a better idea, Princess." She is in his arms in the next second and lets out a startled gasp, and in the following, they are both lying on her bed, and she is laughing, hair sprawled on her pillows as he once again settles above her, elbows supporting his weight and he grins down at her. "So..." He starts, her laughter dies down, but the smile is still present. "That was my surprise."
"An akumatized person that tried to kill me while I was defenseless?"
"No, silly Princess." She makes a face at his words and he pecks the tip of her nose. "I'm talking about who I am behind this mask."
"So the bad photoshop Alya did that one time was right."
"What?"
"Nothing," she returns the kiss and plays with the bell at the base of his throat. "So I guess we both know now..."
"Yeah..." His eyes are on her lips and she purposefully bites down on them, her fingers tracing the collar of his suit.
"Do you wanna talk about it now?"
"Not really..."
She laughs breathlessly, "Me neither," and pulls him down to a kiss.
The kiss, as cliché as it sounds in his head, feels like his first. Their first. Their first kiss as Marinette and Chat Noir, as Ladybug and Chat Noir, as Ladybug and Adrien, and as Marinette and Adrien. He feels a weight fall off his shoulders as his lips move against hers, so sweet and tender and hypnotizing, her hands cupping his face and body beneath his. She tilts his head, places kisses along his jaw, bites his earlobe and he shivers deliciously under her palms as she starts moving them down his sides.
Marinette tugs at the belt around his hips and whines against his lips, but he tells her to be patient as he moves to lavish her neck with nips and kisses. Her hands roam around his back, and he grips her hips instead, moving up and closer, successfully recreating the position they were in the last time they made out on her bed. Her mouth opens with a moan and he captures the sound with his, tongue sweeping out to meet with hers, her fingers tangle in his hair, and she moves under him, growing impatient.
His claws lift the end of her shirt and trace lines and circles on the skin of her stomach. She laughs against his mouth and tries to slap his hands away, only to have him grab her wrists and pin them beside her head. "Behave, Princess," he says in a teasing warning tone, and Marinette leans forward, her lips landing on the skin just above his bell and she sucks on his pulse, earning a noise from him in return.
She stops her ministrations and snickers. "Adrien Agreste purring? Never thought I'd see it in this lifetime." This time, he is the one who whines, but the sounds soon turn into moans as Marinette places her mouth on that spot once again. Shamefully, he admits that his moans do sound like purrs. It is saddening to him, but she finds it to be very amusing. "Come on, kitty." She lies back down on her bed, chest heaving and lips red. "Don't keep me waiting."
His eyes roll to the back of his skull when she thrusts her hips up once, and the grip he has around her wrists grow tighter. "Fuck, Princess."
"Yeah," she says in a tone that he cannot quite describe, "You do that to me. Now."
Caught out of the blue by her words, he stutters and nearly yells out his command. "P-Plagg!"
In a second, he is in his civilian clothes, his hair is neatly combed, and the black Kwami is already flying out the trap door above them. "You two disgust me."
They laugh, if only for a handful of seconds, because then Marinette is already tugging off his winter coat and his hands move her shirt up her torso.
Oh yes. I had to include a silly reveal or else I wouldn't be fully satisfied. However, I do hope you are satisfied with this story!
So, Lady GryphonInia, I added some more softcore sin as you asked. I could go full sin and give this fanfic one last chapter, but for that I'd need to raise the rating and I wouldn't post it tomorrow (seeing as I haven't written it yet). If you guys want, I can do that, though it'd be more adrinette than marichat but, still
sin.
Thank you all for reading!