Noir gone Blanc (UNDER REVISION)

Sleeping with Noir (Chapter 5)

The next few days proceeded like normal, with little drama at school and home. With Chat Noir in both my civilian and superhero life, it was easier to communicate to a certain someone with little to no stuttering. My schedule was the same during the weekdays; I'd focus on schoolwork, come home and hang with Chat, and patrol as normal. (Not necessarily in that order) Ever since the nightmare fiasco that he had witnessed, it was a lot more pleasant to hang around Chat Noir both in and out of my suit. It was only the puns keeping it from being perfect.

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The next friday evening, Chat and I had finished patrol early, with dusk on the brink of turning into twilight. Meeting up after taking two different routes, we extended our fists.

"Pound it!"

"Pound it!"

I smiled softly at Chat, but he seemed to be preoccupied, thinking.

"You okay Chat?" I asked, breaking his concentration. He nodded, smiling.

"I'm fine m'lady. I know we have a little time left before detransforming, but I have somewhere I want- I NEED to be." I nodded, chuckling as he bowed comically, a usual for him.

"Can I ask where?" He shook his head, smirking.

"No can do Ladybug, doing so might reveal my identity. And we wouldn't want you to figure that out, as handsome as I am. I'd be irresistible after all."

I rolled my eyes, groaning. "Actually, never mind. Leave. That sounds torturous, and I don't need that right now." He laughed.

"I'll see you later bugaboo. Till next time~" He grabbed my hand, placing a kiss on my knuckles. I mentally frowned as I noticed the absence of his other hand in front (If you know you know) but nodded. He let go, grabbing his baton and extending it, flying into the air. I thought for a moment, realizing the engagement that'd made him want to leave early was me. Or rather, my civilian self. I slightly panicked, knowing I'd have to be fast.

I flung my yoyo into the air, and hurled myself towards my home. Luckily, with a record breaking time of five minutes across the city, I shakily landed on my balcony, hopping into my room. I muttered my detransformation command, and grabbed Tikki a cookie. She took it, and quickly hid, just as Chat came thumping onto my balcony. I flung myself off my bed and into the chair at my desk, pretending to rifle through my backpack as he opened the trapdoor. He thudded onto my bed quietly.

"Hey there, Princesse," he purred, hopping off my bed and walking over to me where my desk was. I swiveled around in my chair, smiling.

"Hello Chaton," I responded. I zipped up my back, pushing it under my desk. I stood up, wrapping my arms around his chest. He did the same, holding the hug for a solid ten seconds. When we released the hug, he padded over to the chaise, sitting back.

"So, ma belle. Did you want to talk about last weekend? Specifically, your nightmare?" I tried not to sigh, opting for a slow exhale. It was the last thing I wanted to talk about. However, Chat had comforted me, and he deserved a cheerful answer. I turned around, putting on a brave face.

"Actually, nothing since then." I trotted over to him, sitting on the floor, my back against the side of the chair. He smirked as soon as I sat, motioning for me to hop up. "Really Chat? I literally just sat down on the floor." He laughed as I rolled my eyes, but stood up. He pulled me into his lap, and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead, as I curled up my legs.

"I could get used to this, y'know." He smirked, as I went rigid.

"You don't know when to quit, do you?" I retorted, a heavy blush painting my face. He grinned wide, all his teeth showing.

"With the red dusting your cheeks I'd say your words aren't even my cue. In fact, I do know when to quit. I don't because you LIKEEEE it." I gently punch his shoulder, smirking at his scoff. Eventually settling down, we ended up conversing about small things, trying to pass time together.

Eventually, 11 pm rolled around, gurgling came from Chat Noir's stomach. I lifted my head off his chest, looking at him.

"Marinette, I'm starving. Would you have the heart to feed this poor kitten?" He pouted as he spoke, and I smirked.

"You know what they say, if you feed a stray cat, it'll never leave."

"I'd come back no matter what. You should feed me anyway." I snickered, but nodded. I stood up, with Chat frowning slightly at the loss of warmth. I motioned for him to stay there, quietly opening my other trapdoor and walking downstairs.

I quickly rifled through the pantry, grabbing an array of things. Specifically, things Chat Noir would like. I kept quiet, only dropping one box. Luckily, my parents stayed in their room, either fast asleep or too tired to investigate. I sighed, quietly and slowly walking up the stairs and back into my room. Chat visibly brightened at the array of snacks, and padded over to the stairs to grab a few things from me, meanwhile helping me up.

"You got all my favorite things!" He exclaimed, digging into one of the bags and grabbing a croquette. I smirked, taking the bag from him.

"Of course I did. I'm the best type of host, and I know what you love." He shoved the food into his mouth whole, moaning at the taste. "Sorry if they're a little stale." He shook his head to signal they were okay, and stuffed another into his maw.

"Honestly, Chat," I said. "It's like you don't eat at all." He rolled his eyes, swallowing loudly.

"Of course I do." Finally satisfied, he crawled back onto my chaise, his cat ears relaxed against his head. He closed his eyes, his muscles releasing their tension. He muttered something quietly, too quiet for me to hear.

"What's that Chaton?"

"You know you're special, right princesse?" I blushed heavily.

"I just gave you food, no biggie."

"I mean it in more ways than one. Not just for the food." I looked at his mask, one of his emerald green eyes peeped open.

"Thank you, Chat Noir."

He motioned for me to come over again, and I quietly walked over, exhaustion hitting me as well. I grabbed a nearby blanket and climbed over him, opening the blanket and placing it over us. I nestled into his side, looking up. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and yawned. Soon, we both succumbed to sleep, holding each other as we drifted away.

(A/N: If you recognized the gesture I mentioned earlier, cookie for you! Basically, from what I've heard, if someone bows and kisses your hand with their other hand held out underneath, it's a sign of love....I think. I'm so sorry if I'm wrong)

(CHAPTER FIVE REVISED AND DONE)