Despite Chat Noir's insistent nagging, Marinette simply couldn't sleep. It had nothing to do with a lack of fatigue; in fact, she was far from not feeling tired. It had everything to do with the nightmares that accompanied a restful night.
Hesitating for only a moment, the superhero got out of the bed he had been so comfortably laying in, and leapt over the railing to the bottom floor.
"What are you doing?" Marinette asked, only a little bothered by the fact that he left her side. He didn't respond and focused his mind on gathering every bit of comfortable item available in the room. One by one, pillows, blankets, and cushions were flung up to the bed and Marinette giggled, doing her best to either dodge or catch whatever was coming her way.
"When you're feeling down, you build a blanket fort. Those are the rules."
"Really?" Marinette asked in mock suspicion, raising an eyebrow in a most flirtatious manner. If he was trying to distract her, it was working. Chat shrugged histrionically from the floor below her.
"I don't make the rules, I just follow them." Grabbing some binder clips, he quickly ascended the stairs again and busied himself with hanging some of her thinner blankets up from the ceiling. Marinette propped up an excessive amount of pillows against her backboard, and when Chat Noir was done, there was a dark cave made of comfort laid out before them.
"Are you feeling any better?" he asked, sitting down next to her as they marvelled their creation. She turned her head and it was accompanied with a tired grin.
"Yes. Much better." Marinette crawled in first, easing herself into the torrent of pillows and cushions before beckoning to the leather clad cat. He brought with him the covers that still remained on the bed, and tucked both of them beneath it. The girl wrapped her arms tightly around him leaving no space between them. "Much, much better."
Author's Note: Sorry it's such a short chapter!