LadyNoir One Shots

Pawprints on the Balcony

Rated strong PG. This is bad but I had to upload something.

Sometimes she wondered how she got into this situation. Pondering exactly what happened, the lead up of these events that somehow lead to her, Marinette Dupain-Cheng making out with Chat Noir on her balcony.

It wasn't like she didn't have a thing for Adrien, quite the contrary. Adrien was all she ever wanted but he was like some kind of God. Untouchable, perfect, immaculate, not something that would even remotely care about a mere mortal like Marinette. Chat was different. He was living, breathing, alive and earthy, the very essence of what it means to be human. He was the air she breathed, the ground she walked, the clothes she wore. They were inescapably wrapped up in each other's lives whether they meant to or not.

But what about Adrien?

Chat's mouth drew away from her own. They were both panting and at a loss for breath.

"We shouldn't be doing this..." Marinette's whisper hung heavy in the space between them. Chat's breathing had finally caught up.

"I know. You have this - effect on me, Marinette, god I can't explain it -"

"What about Ladybug?"

Chat's breathing seemed to hitch. He closed his eyes so all she saw was the black of his mask; his breath was still hot against her cheek.

"I can't tell you how much she means to me. I'm like a star and she's the solar system - it's stupid and pathetic I know but that's literally what it is. I love her; I really do. I just - I can't stay away from you Marinette." He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear gently and she swore her heart stopped when his gloved hand skirted over her earring. "I just can't place it."

"We shouldn't be doing this," she repeated, but her voice was weaker now. Chat's eyes were truly mesmerising up close and his cheeks and lips were flushed scarlet from their kiss earlier. Whenever he spoke it was low and husky and sent chills to her core. He excited her and she didn't know why.

"Do you want to stop?"

He looked up at her with half lidded eyes and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Something along the lines of holy shit went through Marinette's admittedly clouded sense of judgement and then oh sod it. 

"No."

Their lips met in a rush of feverish excitement and a desperate need for human contact. Chat's hands were everywhere, in her hair, at her waist, on her shoulders, but always they were pulling her closer. It was like she was drinking the essence of him from his lips and he was begging her to take it all, give himself to her entirely. They backed up against the wall until he had her legs wrapped around his waist and he was holding her steady as they kissed feverishly. It was messy but it was fantastic.

"Stop," Marinette whispered, barely able to speak as Chat stole another kiss languidly, "Chat, we have to - god..."

The damned cat was kissing her neck.

He didn't know if he would manage to survive upon hearing the breathy gasps he extracted from her. Every time his lips or tongue made contact with her jawline she'd whimper against him, uttering his name and cursing violently, a stark contrast to the velvet soft lips which emitted those words. All he knew was he wanted to hear more of her and her little whispers. He wanted her to say his name, Adrien Agreste, but she wouldn't, she couldn't...

"Chat we have to stop."

It seemed like she'd let her head rule this time, and quite sensibly too. She pushed him away, but not too far; his head was resting on her shoulder and she could smell the cologne on his warm neck. He shivered when she ran her hand through his hair.

"Marinette -"

"Chat we can't go on. It's nearly midnight." She felt him nod onto her shoulder.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too, kitty."

A small silence passed before he mumbled her name again.

"Marinette?"

"Hmm?"

"What does this make us?"

"... Chat, I don't know. I don't know if we just made a mistake or if this meant anything to either of us -"

"Did it mean something to you?" He had pulled back and was looking at her head on now; she felt somewhat under pressure.

"Yes."

"Well that's one thing we can both agree on," Chat mumbled, a flush creeping under his mask and Marinette smiled. He rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly. "Can I visit you again?"

"You can visit me whenever you want," she said, taking his hand in his, "just don't skip important stuff like patrols just for me, okay? Don't let yourself become too attached. Hawkmoth might suspect he can use me against you."

"How d'you know about Hawkmoth?" Chat was surprised and Marinette flushed as she thought up an excuse quick as lightning.

"My friend, er - Alya, runs the Ladyblog. You know Alya right? She got an interview with Ladybug and she found out loads of stuff about the akumas and things." Chat merely nodded and gave her a kiss on her temple gently.

"I'll be back soon princess," he whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips which she could barely react to before he had leaped off her balcony. It was hard but she made out his silhouette as he skimmed across the Parisian rooftops until it became impossible to tell him from the shadows as she disappeared into the night, cunning as a fox.

It was not to be his last visit.