MY OFFICIAL SIN BOOK

Closet - Ladynoir

Sometimes it wasn't about facing the akuma, but having the time away to come up with a plan. In this case, they needed to get away from a villain and their mind-controlled puppets to think. And there were limited options. In fact, a small closet that barely looked as if it could fit both her and Chat, was the only one.

Marinette knew that he was right next to her waiting for directions. So she just pushed him into the closet, following close behind, turned around and closed the door.

She was breathing heavily, the adrenaline and not so much physical exertion taking its toll.

"Here," she heard Chat say. She turned around, but it was too dark to see. "I found a bucket to sit on," he whispered. A hand on her waist guided her down until she was perched on his leg.

"Thanks," she whispered back.

She tried to rearrange herself, because she felt like she was going to fall over any second, but the result was that she basically slid into his lap.

"Sorry," she giggled, trying to keep her voice down.

"It's ok."

She had to think, right? After all, being this close to Chat shouldn't be distracting. It gave them a break to regroup and a chance to rest. She should be thinking about the akuma, strategy, planning.

Instead, she found that she was focused on the way his chest lifted with every breath. She could feel the movement against her back and it was different. They were used to being close to each other. It was the norm for them in the heat of battle.

Now, it was quiet and dark and her mind refused to focus on anything else but the warmth seeping into her from every point of contact. And there were lots of points where she could feel him.

His arm was around her waist, holding her in place. She could feel his breath tickle the back of her head. And there was something...

She moved to rearrange a little in his lap and his arm tightened around her.

"Sit still," he hissed in her ear. It sounded like a desperate plea. As if he was embarrassed by something and he was desperately trying not to show it.

Maybe he was also affected by having her in his lap? Marinette, be real, of course he is. Most of the time she tried to ignore the way Chat kept looking at her even after all these years. Sometimes it was impossible to.

So, with this line of thought, she realised that what she felt against her butt was most probably not his baton. She swallowed thickly, feeling a shiver of excitement run through her. It was him. She was affecting him so much that he was hard against her.

It would be a lie to say that she'd never entertained such thoughts about her partner. Most of the time they were fleeting, forbidden fantasies. Sometimes they were insistent and left her confused and frustrated. Yes, he was hot. Yes, she could have him, she just needed to say the word. And yet, it was impossible.

There in the small closet, with barely any space between them, there wasn't anywhere to run from herself and the way he made her feel.

She wriggled her butt, this time on purpose.

"Ngh."

She felt him more clearly. He liked this. And the truth was that she liked it as well. She settled more comfortably and startled rocking her hips slowly. Enough to cause friction. He was done protesting, clearly. He just clung to her, his other hand on her leg.

She leaned back and lifted her hand to find his face. It brushed his cheek and she felt him lean into the touch. Then it continued into his hair, gripping the strands between her fingers. A gasp filled her ear. It was full of longing that made her smile.

It was thrilling, feeling the effect she had on him. It was intoxicating to know just how much he wanted her. To be able to give this to him.

Also, the sensations he woke up in her were hard to ignore. She felt a pulse between her legs and rubbed them together. This position barely did anything for her in spite of the contact. She wished she could turn around and wrap her legs around him so she could feel him where she needed him.

She felt him grip her leg, a prickle of a claw teasing her. He was breathing heavily, his pants right in her ear. So she kept up what she was doing. A sharper movement made her hold on his hair tighten and he turned his head a little. As a result, his lips brushed against the exposed skin on her neck.

It was as if a spark lit up the dark closet. She was in his lap, grinding against him and it was in no way innocent. But somehow it was this, the skin on skin contact that made her head swim with desire.

She wanted to turn around and capture his lips with hers. To kiss him just like she'd imagined. To see if it would fan the fire in her further. To taste him until she couldn't feel anything else but him.

A whimper fell from her lips. She wasn't sure if he could hear it, as worked up as he was, but she couldn't hold it in anymore. She wanted him, it was almost painful.

This made her redouble her efforts. She had to be careful or they would both end up on the floor, ruining their cover. But she still pressed into him and kept the pressure steady. His lips were now on her neck, no longer just a chance touch. He was kissing her between pants and it made warmth pool between her legs.

The temptation to grab his hand and drag it lower, to make him touch her was almost unbearable. She needed him.

But then she felt his breath hitch as he bucked into her, the grip on her leg almost painful. And then he was gasping for air, the tension in his body gone.

She had done it. Marinette, who had barely ever kissed anyone and the only one she had kissed was actually Chat. She had made him come. There, in the cramped closet, with the akuma nearby. It was unbelievable.

She could feel her own body cool down when it was no longer focused on pleasuring him. She couldn't get what she wanted now so there was no point in thinking about it. As his breathing slowed down and she could think clearly, she noticed the lack of footsteps outside.

"We're in the clear," she whispered.

"I'm dead," Chat rasped in her ear, making her shake with laughter.

"It was that good?"

"Oh, it was, no doubt," he practically purred. "But also, Plagg is going to kill me."

This set her off again. Oh no. Poor kitty. She hadn't really thought about that. The wrath of a kwami because his holder hadn't been able to control himself.

"I'm sorry!" She giggled.

"I'm not," he said, placing a warm kiss against her clammy skin. "I just wish I could make you feel just as good."

Yes, this was what she wanted as well. And it was pointless to pretend otherwise. Now the moment was over. But maybe later they could work on that.

"Hold onto that thought, kitty," she smiled. "But we need to catch that akuma first."

"After you, m'lady."

"Are you, ahem, alright now?"

"Getting there," he chuckled.

When they got out of the closet, they blinked at the bright light and when their eyes met, Marinette felt her cheeks warm up, mirroring the redness on his. But the truth was that while it was embarrassing, what they had shared had brought them closer. And the anticipation of what was to come only strengthened that feeling.