To Fall

Our Kitten

Luka stared at the sleeping form of Chat Blanc from his place at the kitchen counter, eyes gliding over the black clothing. He angrily sipped his water as Marinette came out of her room, rubbing her eyes and sighing as she looked at Luka. 

"If you keep staring at him, you are going to go crazy."

Luka chuckled and looked her over, taking in the sight of her in his shirt. His breath hitched as her small frame was swallowed by the black and purple rock shirt. She blushed as she caught him staring, giving a suggested smirk as she walked to him, a sway in her hips. He smiled as she come to stand between his legs, her hands gliding over his chest. She bit her lip as her eyes met his, teasing his chest with her fingers.

"Like something you see?"

Luka leaned forward and captured her lips with his, hands jutting out to grip her waist and pulling her in by the bottom of her shirt. She moaned into his mouth, blushing at the thought of Chat waking up. Luka, as though reading her thoughts, smirked against her lips and let his fingers trail under her shirt. His fingers slid over the smooth skin of her stomach, teasing the band of her shorts as she struggled to hold her moans. He gripped the edge of the shirt and lifted it slightly, letting his hand slide up to a breast. 

"For fucks sake, get a damn room!"

They jumped apart, both blushing bright as Chat's green eyes stared at them, his own blush faint against his black mask. Luka rose from his spot and kissed Marinette on the head, laughing as she covered her face in her hands.

He walked to stand in front of Chat, the blonde staring up at him. Luka gave him a once over before leaning down, hand reaching out to brush against Chat's hair. Chat leaned away, fear flashing in his eyes. Luka sighed and kneeled down in front of him, retracting his hand and holding both up in front of him. 

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to see how your injury is healing."

Chat gave him a calculating look but slumped back, body tired. Marinette smiled softly as she watched Luka check Chat over, heart skipping a beat as she watched Chat melt into the soft touch of Luka. She moved to join them, grabbing Chat's legs and plopping down on the couch next to him, placing his legs in her lap. Chat raised a brow at her and she smiled, shrugging her shoulders.

"What? You looked comfortable and I wasn't about to make you move too much."

He stared at her in confusion before wincing as Luka fingered a bad cut on his hair line, the teal boy whispering an apology. Chat looked between the two of them, his eyes lingering on Marinette.

"How much does he know?"

Luka chuckled and poked him on the nose, leaning down into his personal space. "Enough to want to punt the dumpster fire you call a master into hell with a VIP ticket." Chat gaped at him and glared at Marinette. She chuckled and tapped her shoulder right where his mark was, smirking at him.

"You expect me to not tell him why the man that claimed me was passed out on the couch?"

He gave her a 'well duh!' look and she rolled her eyes, moving the shirt off her other shoulder to show him Luka's. 

"Well unfortunately, it's hard to hide when he does this."

Chat's eyes widened and he whipped around to face Luka, glaring as the teal man gave him a cheeky grin. "You think I wasn't going to give her a matching set from her actual boyfriend?" Chat rolled his eyes and tried sitting up, grunting in pain and frowning when Luka pushed him back down.

"Stay down. You need food and some liquids."

Chat began to protest but Luka held a finger to Chat's lips, smirking as the blonde blushed. "Don't argue with me little kitten." He spun on his heel and strolled into the kitchen, opening the fridge to fish through the leftovers. Chat looked over at Marinette, eyes soft as he hung his head.