Red Strings And Markers

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Reader discretion is advised – Mild Sexual Scenes are included in the beginning of the chapter

It was a mixture of elements, he was the fire and she was the ice. As Chat's lips molded with Marinette's, liquid fire coursed through their bodies, a wanton feeling pooling in the pit of Chat's stomach. His hands traveled back to her hips, kneading the hourglass figure of hers.

Running out of air, Marinette pulled away from Chat's lips and gasped for air, but Chat didn't leave her feeling too cold, running his tongue and kisses down her jawline, past her earlobe and down her neck. His tongue was like fire on her skin, his touch tantalizing. The kisses became small nibbles at some point and Marinette's voice was at small gasps and increasing moans.

"Marinette." Chat's voice was like growl in his chest that strangely aroused Marinette.

"Y-Yes?" She asked in between gasps as he nibbled on her collarbone.

"I'm sorry." His nibbles decreased into small kisses and the intensity of the kisses decreased as he slowly pulled away. He looked up at his princess – she was out of breath and her face was flushed a beautiful pink.

Guilt suddenly raced through his nerves as he realize what he did. "I shouldn't have done that..." He murmured to himself.

Just before Chat could beat himself up about it, Marinette cupped his cheeks, lifting his face up to her and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

"Don't worry about it."

Chat blinked several times. "You're not mad at me?"

A giggle slipped out of Marinette's lip and Chat thought it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. "Why would I be mad at you, my silly kitty?" She rubbed her nose against his and he smiled, a purr rising from his chest.

Chat grabbed her by the hips and brought her to sit down on the chaise before he began to crawl over her. "Then I want to know Marinette. I want... I want more of you." Marinette blushed at his words but kept the eye contact he provided. "Is that okay?" He asked, hovering over her.

"It's okay." She spoke softly.

Chat couldn't help the grin the grin that adorned his face. He was happy he was able to indulge in something he likes. He leaned down and peppered kisses all over Marinette's face.

"But we will do that another day." He muttered close to her ear, sending a shiver through her. He smirked and he sat beside her, pulling her close to him. "How are you feline? Better, I would hope." He winked.

Marinette rolled her eyes at his pun, nodding. "Yes, I do feel much better." A light bulb went off in Marinette's head. "I'm feeling paw-some, actually."

Chat opened his mouth to reply but stopped to smirk. "My princess has a very good sense of humor." Chat complemented and Marinette smiled.

The rest of the night was mostly Chat listening to Marinette's day, loving how she brought a light to his darkness. He never noticed how truly radiant she was as he watched her eyes sparkled when she talked about her love for fashion design and how she one day aspired to be a famous fashion designer.

Chat's miraculous beeped and they were both upset that he had to go. He stood and finally took the time to look around her room.

The first time he was here, he didn't get to look around since he was only there to check on a sick Marinette and now, when all he wanted to do is be held by her. Even though there was only a dim light, he could see everything clearly with his cat night vision.

One thing that got his attention was the large amount of photos she had hanging around the room. He thought there were designs but the closer he looked, there was a boy in them. A boy who looked strangely familiar.