"Shush, kitty! We.. we'll get caught."
A petite palm slipped over his lips, and her senses went on high alert as she felt the tickle of his warm, damp lips touch hers. She was thankful for the dim half moon, she'd rather die than have her parents catch them on the terrace, hands buried in his messy golden locks and his beneath the thin cotton of her white nightshirt. Biting her bottom lip to remind herself from breathing, Marinette waited for the trap door leading to her bedroom to fall shut.
Thud! The soft bump of wood hitting wood sounded, and Marinette released her breath. Turning her head, she found him closer than she'd left him.
Claws danced gently over the small of her back, taking their sweet time at the tiny dimples. Familiar lips tugged at the side of her neck, before trailing up and over her jaw and around her hairline until they reached her brow. His eyes glowed, they always glowed, with a mixture of awe and desire; offering a catlike smirk, Chat replied.
"Oui, what's so bad if we get caught anyway, Princess?" He tipped forward so his forehead touched hers, his windblown locks mingling with her ruffled bangs. "Not like we're doing anything… wrong."
Just as she'd opened her mouth to reply, his actions immediately counteracted his words, as he rushed his lips to hers. The luxurious strokes of his leather gloves tangling in her navy tresses were tantalizing to say the least, and he tilted her head backwards until his lips fit perfectly on top of hers. His soft touches kneaded deeper and deeper into the girl, his taste so delectable, the desire burned through her whole body until she was putty in his paws.
"Our secret little rendezvous wouldn't be so…. so secret then," Marinette responded, hating how short winded she was; glaring deliberately into his glowing, yearning gaze.
"Well, why do they have to be secret?" Chat retorted playfully, resting his forearm on the brick wall over her head. The way his hips swayed casually against hers and his pursed, albeit swollen, lips set in their trademark smirk made the kitty seem nonchalant and unaffected; though the curiously distracted gleam beneath the mask told otherwise.
There was a plethora of reasons why their little relationship had to stay secret; the Eiffel Tower could probably be build on the amount of reasons that their late night meetups and early morning cuddles had to stay private. But the millions of reasons were left unsaid; they both knew the dangers and though trying at times, neither were willing to put each other nor their relationship at risk. A minute's gaze later, Marinette settled on the perfect answer.
"Because…" Wide sapphire eyes batted a few times, finally resting half opened, her gaze fixated on him beneath the flare of her dark lashes. "It's more fun this way." She could practically see his fur bristling, eliciting a delighted giggle from the girl.. In one swift motion, she grasped his metallic bell in her tiny palm, and tugged him down so her whisper brushed his lips.
"Now.. try and stay quiet, kitty."