"I win again!" Marinette leaped up and did a small victory dance around the living room while Cat Noir quietly stewed. "How did you do that?" he asked. "Simple. I was staring at screen instead of a certain Princess."
"I can't help it if your pretty and you smell like cupcakes!" Marinette snorted, bursting into giggles. "Cat, you make me sound like a good fairy and I'll grant you wishes and cupcakes!"
"Your are a fairy. A knitting fairy that knitted me my favorite scarf last winter." Marinette knew Cat wouldn't lie, and he wore it all of last winter on cold patrol nights. "I'm impressed its lasted this long. Don't you use it to knead biscuits?" "Princess, I do that to you, and cats do that for an affection!"
"Yeah, but I'm not a pincushion! I need some hot chocolate." Cat followed her into the kitchen, where an unspoken word went between them as he handed her ingredients from the fridge.
Marinette clicked the stove on, and gestured to Cat for a hug. "I love when you come over and play," she whispered. "I get lonesome." Cat kissed her head, knowing what she meant. Sure, being a superhero had its perks, but one of the main downsides was keeping secrets and missing out on things.
"Why do you like me so much, anyway?" Cat asked, curious. "Your an excellent gaming partner, I can tell everything, and you don't laugh at me. Most people don't understand buttons or bows." "I don't understand everything, love, but I'm always here to listen."
"We really do make excellent partners," she says, still in his arms and watching the rain. And they were, with the game of Life, and they would be always grateful to each other.