Marinette had always been a deep sleeper, and today was no exception. Cat Noir took this to his advantage this morning, wanting cuddles and dropping into her room a 5 a.m.
He smiled, as she snored away, a spot of drool on the side of her mouth. Oh, she was cute. Curling up on her feet, Cat shut his eyes was soon fast asleep.
Two hours later, Marinette woke to the sound of rain hitting her skylight, and the feeling of something warm and heavy was on her feet. Cat. Cat, was conveniently curled in a ball, snoring without a care in the world. Marinette shifted, but she found she couldn't move. "Cat?" she whispered. Cat rubbed his nose, but didn't bat a eye. "Cat!" she repeated, more firmly and loudly. She shook his shoulder, and Cat came out of his deep slumber. "Could you move? I'm starting to lose circulation in my legs." Cat blinked sleepily, yawning. "I'm actually quite comfortable, but I will do as you say, Princess."
Marinette sighed in relief, only to suddenly groan. Like a actually cat, he was now draped across her lap. He was heavy and hot, and she wanted to get up. "Off!" she barked, but it did no good. "No," Cat glared. "I want cuddles."
"Do you want me to call Ladybug?" she threatened. Okay, she was Ladybug, but hey, if it got him to move. "No," Cat said, more vehemently. "I don't want to move and you can't make me," he stuck out his tongue.
Marinette sunk back into her pillow. "Fine. But ten minutes, and I have to get ready for breakfast." Her words fell on deaf ears, he was asleep again. Goodness, how did he clonk out so fast?
The young heroine hid her smile as Cat's paws twitched with dreams. There were worse ways to wake up, and to wake up to your Cat? Yeah, she could live would that, and that was that.