He Can't Forget | ✓

12 | cold feet

His lips were warm.

That was the first thought that crossed her mind—and Marinette had to admit, she was rather surprised that she was even capable of thinking in that moment. With his lips molded into hers, it was hard to even have any rational thoughts. But even so, she found her eyes fluttering closed as she readily melted into his embrace without hardly any care in the world, because no matter how hard she tried to resist, she couldn't deny that she hadn't missed this—hadn't missed him. And when you miss something, its hard to not reconnect with the one thing you've longed to have for so long when the opportunity is presented.

His lips tasted exactly how she remembered them. His touch was too familiar, only arising a feeling that she had desperately longed to feel again. When his leathered hands hesitantly lifted to hold her waist and pull her body even closer to his, Marinette found that her own arms had involuntarily wrapped themselves around his neck, allowing the space that had once been between them to be completely non-existent.

Chat Noir deepened the kiss, and Marinette obliqued. She even smiled against his lips, deeply overjoyed upon their reunion. There was no denying that he too was equally happy over their reconnection, because she felt him smile just as wide, all the while keeping their lips locked after many years of separation.

But the high that their reunion resided on quickly died out when it all fully registered in her mind like a light switch being turned on. They were kissing. Marinette had vowed not to let him in so easily back into her life... and especially into her heart, and already their lips were pressed together and roughly reconnecting in a hazy frenzy.

And so that's why she abruptly pulled away and used her hands—which were now on his chest—to push him back, ending their kiss with a loud POP.

The sudden separation had been unexpected to Chat, that much she knew. His eyes quickly fluttered open, widening as his bruised-kiss lips parted slightly in a 'O' shape. His lips, which looked too darn kissable were distracting enough, but as soon as his brain seemed to catch up to what had happened and his eyebrows slowly furrowed in confusion and slight hurt, that was enough to distract her further—so much so, that she was forced to avert her gaze.

She couldn't do this. Not now. Everything was moving too fast.

"You..." She forced herself to swallow, unsure herself of what she even wanted to say. "You... kissed me."

She wasn't looking at him, but she could picture he was just as flustered as she was. Who could blame him, or her, for that matter. They had just finished making out after all.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stuttered out. "I didn't—GAH! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to overstep...!"

She wanted to hide her face into the palms of her hands, especially knowing that there was a rather prominent blush that currently fanned her cheeks. Better yet, she wanted to burry herself into a deep hole and never come out again.

Marinette had to admit, she already missed the feeling of his lips, but she wouldn't dare admit that to him. She finally looked up to catch his eyes. "You actually kissed me."

He was already looking at her with so much desperation. It seemed he didn't know how to decipher her bland reaction, so he chose to ring his hands together nervously instead. "I... I should've asked... I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable—"

"Uncomfortable?" She shook her head at that. She wasn't about to let him finish that assumption. "You didn't make me uncomfortable. But you have made me mad, and annoyed, and frustrated, and irritated, and conflicted—"

"I'm sorry, Marinette. I'm so sorry—"

"I mean... why would you kiss me?!"

It was all starting to click now. The adrenaline that accompanied the high of their reunion was slowly wearing off, revealing the reality of the situation—that he had kissed her! On the lips! Not only without her permission, but thinking that he had the leisure to do so after all of their years apart. Not only that, but she had dumbly kissed him back, and she wasn't about to admit that she liked it!