Cat Noir wasn't the greatest of cooks, but he knew how to make spaghetti. He tried other dishes, but more then once they set off the fire alarm and Ladybug was determined to teach him to make at least one dish.
So, spaghetti it was. Cat hummed to himself as he dishes up the noodles, ears perking up when he heard the front door close. "Trouble at the office, My Lady?" Cat asked, noticing Marinette was in her Ladybug suit. "No," she said, flopping into a chair. "I just felt like getting home quicker, and I missed you today." "Aw," Cat blushed. "Well, your in luck, because I made your favorite meal. Worms."
He set the steaming plate in front of her, meatballs and all. "Kitty, that is so sweet!" Ladybug jumped up, surprising him with a kiss on the cheek. Cat blushed. "Aw, shucks, its just supper." Ladybug wasn't listening, she was having way to much fun playing with his soft ears. Her fingers found his itchy spot, rubbing gently. "Harder, harder, yeah, ohhhh!" Cat purred, plopping down on the floor, food abandoned for now. "You have the softest ears in Paris, as well as the cutest," Ladybug cooed.
Cat smiled to himself. If this was the way she acted to him making dinner, maybe he should do this every night. "My big handsome floof ball!" Cat's eyed widened as he received another kiss, his ears now straight up. It wasn't often he received this many kisses at once!
But he shouldn't be complaining, and a dopey grin spread across his face. He giggled along with his partner. His tail kinked into a heart, a reflex he had when he was extra happy.
"My turn, my turn!" he said, leaning down to give her his own kisses. But Ladybug was to busy laughing. Cat pouted, but he knew he would get his chance.
"Come on, Ms. Giggles, time for grub!"