8:43 AM: Marinette's RoomMarinette's POV
"Morning, sleepy head." A husk voice whispered.
I groaned, my eyes slowly fluttering open. Once my eyes focused, I noticed I was faced with that same green-eyed blonde boy, Chat Noir.
I couldn't help but blush. His arm remained wrapped around my stomach, his free hand ran through my dark, frisky hair. I could feel my insides doing cartwheels.
"You're so pretty when you sleep." He chuckled, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear. I awkwardly smiled, aware of the fact I looked as if I was turning red from an allergic reaction.
He watched me sleep?!
It was so hard to keep eye contact. My eyes scrambled, avoiding his at every cost.
But without warning, he pulled me closer to him, our bodies grinding against each other's, giving me no choice but to look into his eyes.
"Chat...I'd really like the stay, but, I have to get going to my classes."
He frowned. "It's your last year of school anyways, why worry about it? We could just...stay here for a bit." He smirked, tracing my thigh with his fingers.
There it was again. That lustful smirk that lingered on his lips..that smirk that drove me nuts. It was so damn hard to resist.
"I-I really have to go, I'm sorry" I mumbled with all the resilience with in me.
"It's ok, I have to be somewhere else myself anyway."
I could tell he was upset, but what was I to do?
And with that, he pulled himself up and out of bed. He made his way to my window, but stopped right in his tracks as he shot a glance back at me.
"I'll see you soon, beautiful."
In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the City of Paris, jumping from building to building. I pinched my arm to make sure I wasn't dreaming or something. Everything happened so quickly, it felt so surreal. When I finally got a grip onto reality, I stumbled out of bed. My legs were sore and it was a bit difficult to walk.
So last night definitely was real.
I checked the clock; 8:48 AM. I was already half an hour late to my first clas!
I hurried, throwing on a T-shirt and sweatpants. I didn't have any time to care about how I looked. I threw my frizzy hair up ponytail as my red spotted kwami, Tikki, flew into my view.
"Sorry you had to witness that last night" I awkwardly laughed, addressing the elephant in the room.
She sighed. "Marinette, you have to be careful! You could've easily gave your secret identity away."
"I promise Tikki, I'll be more careful. There's nothing to worry about." I assured.
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but closed it.
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A Burning Desire
Romantikde·sire /dəˈzī(ə)r/ noun a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen. ⚠️SMUT, SEXUAL WARNING⚠️ This story contains sexual content. if you don't like smut or sin I wouldn't recommend this for you! love you all! '...