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'Marinette's going to be here any second, Kitty,' I complain as Cat Noir puts me down on his bed. He smirks, letting his eyes linger on my face for a second before leaning in for a kiss. 'I'm serious right now.' 

'I'm very serious too,' His eyes flash, as he hovers over me. I wrap my legs around his waist, my expression still slightly reproachful. 'So very serious.' 

I roll my eyes. 'Fine, but when she busts in here and finds us like this, you get to respond to her fit of rage.' 

'Oh come on, it's not that bad.' Kitty laughs, trailing his fingers along my back. His hands trap me underneath him and I lay my head back on one of his pillows. 

'Do you have to do this in Cat Noir form?' I ask with an exasperated expression. 'I swear, who ever made that suit made it like ten times too tight.' 

Cat Noir tips his head, sitting gently back on my hips. 'I thought you liked my suit.' His brow creases and his expression turns mock-sad. 

'I do, Kitty,' I smile playfully. 'It's just not good for...everything.' 

'I get your drift,' He smirks. 'Plagg, claws out.'

For a second, I'm engulfed in green light. I shut my eyes tight, and when I open them, a very disgruntled looking Plagg is floating directly in front of my face. 

Adrien points at the cupboard. 'Camembert is in there.' 

Plagg takes one look at the two of us, grumbles under his breath about teenagers, then flies off, disappearing into the cupboard. 

'Aww, you made Plagg sad,' I pout. 

'I'm not sad!' Plagg squeaks. 'But can't you people control yourselves for like two minutes?' 

'It's been more than two minutes, Plagg,' Adrien says dryly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. 

Plagg says something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like - 'I'm not deaf or blind, you know.' 

I shake my head, holding back laughter. 

Adrien pulls me closer, his hands tangled in my hair. I let out a tiny breath of air, pressing myself closer. I can feel the smile on his lips against mine as he untangles his hands from my hair, letting them rest on my hips. His fingertips slide just beneath the waistband of my jeans and I smirk, trailing my hands up the front of his shirt. 

'Are you two serious right now?' Mari clears her throat from the windowsill. She taps her fingers impatiently on the perfectly painted wall, shifting her weight onto the other foot. 

'I told you she was coming,' I say, shaking my head at Adrien. 

'Marinette!' Adrien whines. 'Did you have to interrupt again?' 

Marinette doesn't look pleased as she hops through the window. 'Tikki, spots off.' Tikki lands in her hands, glancing at Adrien and I with a sigh. I hurriedly adjust my hair, smoothing the wrinkles out of my shirt. 

'Go and hang with Plagg,' Mari instructs, and Tikki nods, taking a macaroon from her purse. 

'Bye Tikki,' I wave at her. Tikki offers me a smile before flitting over to the cupboard. 

'Ugh, smells like cheese,' she squeaks, a queasy look appearing on her face. 

'Plagg, I told you to get rid of that cheese or eat it!' Adrien yells. 

'You can't steal my happiness from me, Adrien!'