"My… my, my, My Lady."
"What, you don't like it?" Pursing her lips ever so slightly, Marinette added a couple of wide, innocent blinks for good measure. "Ah," she sighed, twirling the leather tail around her index finger, pivoting slowly, eyes never leaving him as her body continued to revolve. "It's too tight," she paused, pouting a bit as she glanced at him over her left shoulder. "Isn't it?"
The costume resembled one of Chat Noir, only a tad more fashionable with that special Marinette flare. The turtleneck bodysuit was sleeveless, the formfitting leather bending with each curve of her body perfectly. The same, large bell hung on a ribbon choker and long, over the elbow gloves made for perfect claws. The simple black mask was pushed up so it sat on her forehead, taking most of her bangs with it. Shifting her wait to one stiletto, Marinette faced the boy completely, jutting her hip out for emphasis.
"Well?" She snapped her fingers, a playful smile tugged at her features. "I don't have all day."
Chat stared at the girl before him. He had no idea if she knew what she was doing to him, but he did know that he was about a hundred degrees warmer than usual. He was praying that his mask covered the ever growing scarlet blush, but knowing his luck, the flushed pink was probably peeking out from the bottom. Pushing his bangs away from his rapidly perspiring forehead, he tried again.
"N-no, I mean.. I think it's perfect." Swallowing hard, Chat pulled his composure back together. "But, I think you should take it off."
Marinette snorted, fidgeting mindlessly with the zipper over her neck. "I'm sure you do, Chat."
"I'm serious," he frowned, standing from his perch on the windowsill. "Let me remind you, my Princess, that there is only one Chat Noir."
All at once, he'd stepped into her personal space, one hand firm around her waist while the other grasped her hand. A sinful smirk touched his features, as he brought her fingertips to his lips, tugging playfully at the tips with his sharp teeth. Freeing her fingers from the stubborn leather, he pressed her cool palm to the base of his fevered neck, eyes falling closed briefly at the relief. Seconds later, his eyes snapped open, narrowing seductively as only Chat Noir could.
"And I'm him."