Safe House • Marichat

Chapter Seven

Partners in Crime ~Set it Off

Marinette stared at the white ceiling above her. The moonlight shone on it, a bit of light in the pitch black room. She couldn't get her conversation with Chat earlier out of her head.

How could there be so many deaths, and no links? That just seemed impossible. There's bound to be something that connect all of these people together. She could hear Chat typing away in the room next to her. The typing was constant, and there were little breaks. She knew that the breaks were probably because he was getting frustrated and tired, but yet he continued with determination.

She turned to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to her purple bed.

2:37 AM.

She slipped herself off the silky covers quietly, gently stepping on the freezing wood floor with her bare feet. She was wearing the sweatpants she had kind of stolen from Chat earlier in the week and a black tank top, which was to cold in her opinion for the cold mansion.

She opened the door and walked next door to Chat's room. After a few moments of debating, she slowly knocked on the mahogany door and waited in the silent darkness for an answer.

"Come in, Princess." She walked inside and was in awe. She had never been in his room before, but it was perfect. There was a lightly colored wooden desk in the corner with a desk lamp on it and several books pressed up against the wall and papers scattered among it. The dark blue walls matched his covers and there was a black rug under the desk, reaching to the edge of his bed.

"What's wrong Marinette?" He had his sunglasses back on as he looked up at her in worry. Her face flushed red as she noticed he was wearing no shirt, so his tan muscled chest was bare, and she had a good view of his abs.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I couldn't sleep-"

"And you wanted to sleep in here?" She silently nodded her head, slightly embarrassed. When he said it like that, it kind of made her sound like a child.

"C'mere." He lifted the covers up on his side and signaled for her to crawl in next to him. She slowly crept her way over to him before sliding under the warm covers. His warmth and scent immediately surrounded her, leaving her to feel like she was safe.

She drowsily placed her head on his chest, his arm resting on the side of her neck as he typed. She watched his slim fingers move at a manic speed on the laptop, typing up notes about Proietille Velenoso and the people they killed.

He stopped typing suddenly, clicking out of the document and opening a different folder.

"What are you doing now?"

He clicked on a file titled Phantom of the Opera.

"We're gonna watch a movie. This one is one of my favorites. My mother and I used to watch it all the time. It's usually what I watch late at night." Marinette smiled as he shared a piece of his past with her.

"What's the other one?"

"The other one? The movie I like is bit more new, but I loved the Broadway versions of it and the books. It's called Les Miserablés. It's based off of the French Revolution."

Marinette hummed in response, placing her hand under her cheek to block the intense body heat he was giving off.

"We'll have to watch that next then." She murmured as the movie began to start. She felt Chat's arms begin to move, probably to take off his sunglasses, before resting on her shoulder.

"Is this entire movie black and white?"

"No, just the first few minutes."

The two teens sat in silence as the auctioneer began to show off different antiques from the Phantom of the Opera.