"'I don't trust words, I trust actions,'" Her quote escaped in his throat in a hot breath. "That's what you told me, right, Princess?"
Chat Noir trailed a single claw over the groove of her collar, lips following along the feverish skin. The moon was hidden behind wispy gray clouds, leaving the atmosphere below cool and the air still. The superhero trusted his senses to guide him as his mouth traveled along the girl, currently delivering delicate touches over her exposed shoulder. Her pale skin glowed from an internal flame, burning hotter as he followed his desire back to her sternum. Setting a lingering kiss at her chest bone, Chat Noir waited patiently for her reply.
"Yeah… yes," Marinette's delighted tone made up for her short breath. Their fingers dangled intertwined at her hips, and she gave the kitty a squeeze. "I did say that, Chat." She confirmed, blushing deeper as she felt the pink of his tongue lead up the center of her chest, between her collars, over her throat.
"So, I have to ask," Chat paused, lips hovering sideways over hers. His usually alerted, peridot eyes rested lazily; she might've thought he was falling asleep if it weren't for the way he was rubbing his thumb teasingly along her palm while his hips steadily leaned over hers. "Do you trust me?"
Marinette smiled, lifting her chin so she could murmur softly for only him to hear. A trickle of kisses descended along her jaw, down the side of her neck, and she rose subconsciously to her tip toes. They way he treated her, so gentle and slow in the manner he pleased her, always tentative and aware of her wishes, was clue enough that the kitty regarded her with love rather than lust. In return, she trusted him with her heart and his, as they beat faster together.
"Do… do I trust you? Of course." Her chest heaved as she felt his mark sear the base her neck where it met her shoulder, sending a shudder through her body and goosebumps over her back. Tilting so her lips grazed the sweet spot behind his ear, she ignited a flame of her own. "Absolutely."